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a fuck
I'm on a roll
Moved it all in a day
I didn't even have to get up, we up
I'm tired of the block
They ain't sellin' no more
They just shootin'

a 50 by myself look in the mirror like mane toast
I can yap bout weight all day cause nigga that's really what im on
Real hustler now I'm getting paid

ass out
Moaning and screaming hear it from the penthouse
Keep the hustle quiet deposits to my bank accounts
Quarter in my pocket nigga I ain’t talkin

of this city
I got yo bitch and she looking for pity
Me and my bitch look like fifty
She gettin' badder the longer she with me
Fuck it we sniffing that

Na I ain't playing
I got to make it happen
I got two kids don't a fucc
About the latest fashion
But I'll still drip
And have majority
Of the room

of it
Tracks so clean there ain't one scuff in it
PhorHead ain't much one to cuss on it
But still makin' tasty tracks; they so succulent

We so crazy

I know
I know
I know
I know, why she be callin me xylo
Is it cuz we got grain like a silo?
Smokin it strong like a dino
Bro stay on point like

come by when I see this weekend, are we gonna eat
This the long ladies
Sonny, you're late
Oh, don't worry about it, I know you love me

Me and my cousin

in this bitch, fuck a 20, I can drop a whole 50 in this bitch
It get litty when it's Stevie Monclizzy in this shit
I'm that motherfucking nigga, I can

Payback's a Mutha

King Tee

Act a Fool

rhymes,say it's weak 
But in your mind you're sayin' "wow" 
Tell people I'm ugly and I got big lips 

But as I walk by your girl 
She want to ride king's

why you keep asking the hostess
Why would I shoot for the stars
Cause if I fall short I'll buy land by the ocean
I'm turning the heat up, ain't taking

ain't ready for what we got for ya
I make a motherfucker doctor ya
See, it ain't all about records
We run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston, Texas
We

Make It

Z-Ro

Life: The Making Of A Prophet

2002

eye, before they burn me up
Two to the head, but it ain't that simple why yall can't turn me up dead
Best believe retaliation is a must, I'ma bust with

a microphone tryna find my way home

Combing through my poems while I'm foaming at the lips, cause I posted fifty songs but I still ain't got a hit
Slipping

on the other
If I'm rockin' with you, then it's one hundred, you ain't gotta wonder
Hate a bitch that think it's sweet, the type to make the cookie crumble
I

that 
He was a easy target
Very simple lick
While he sat back,Mesmerized
I ran off with his shit
Dummy
Got caught up by the hips

Real girls get down

it ain't simple then we don't get it
Smart things only stay smart for a short time
What's next? Who's gonna learn from these rhymes?
ABC is the easiest

(Ooh)
In the elevator, sparking while I'm going up
Losing vision of myself before I know enough
Feeling fifty, and in thirty, i'll be throwing up

kind
Today I’m getting married to a girl I haven’t loved
My mama liked her I guess I just have to give it up
I try to find someone like you in 50 girls I

Wanna run up Imma show you the pavement
Say
Who be the shawty you lay with
Nigga ain't none of your business I'm shaded
Stated
Got fifty stars San Andreas

'Cause even men with fifty G's have worser days than me
But it sure feels better for tears to roll off of leather
Rather than choking, soaking

Giannis
3 steps ahead like I travel with Harden
Stepped out to Europe my passport got mileage
Cannot stop there no it’s time for some timeshares
Time for

Family first
Mama always said if you got twenty haters
Make it fifty by the summer, how they see me
I don't know niggas need to be Stevie Wonder
I

Yeah this faggit's a visitor, I can't wait to get rid of ya
My home ain't your home bitch, I don't know ya signature

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