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I'm living my passion
I kno they ain't think I could do it
But now I'm on stage
Workin my magic
Quick razzle dazzle
Wit abra kadabra

Tell 'em my gram

and the kerosene?
Kids on the Percocet, trippin' on the medicine
Call it like I see ya wit' some drugged up Americans
Everybody's following
Ain't nobody leading

I'm just an ordinary man with extraordinary plans I'm just tryin to feed my fam y'all
I'm tryin to do the best I can, tryin to stack up all these

fuck these bitches then we send em home 
And I'm riding for my niggas if they right or wrong

I live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's

Want What I Got

MC Lyte

Seven & Seven

1998

'cause I'm back 

Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks 

I never liked your ass, by the way, 'cause you're wack 

Give a dog a bone so

and from there I'm going up
Money been my theme song
Loyalty we need more
Watch who u move wit they ain't Kings they pawns
In this jungle I'm surrounded by

Is this the take right here?
This gonna be the take? Oh, nigga, what?
Oh, there's no click over there?
Nah, you sound-everybody sound good
I'm just

and Furious
Pedal to the metal no fear in us
I’m all over the place, not just the fast lane
I’ma smoke this thang then drive
Midnight I come alive
Think that

to get to my rocket
Repeat it repeat it but do what I gotta to make all the hits and now I'm over top it
I'm over top it yeah
I just wanna get my money

then I eat some breakfast
I’m hostile when I’m at the club
Can’t tell me nun when I’m wit the Bruhz
If anybody tryna step to us
Swear the whole frat gon

your clothes on
Boy get dressed
You going wit us
Then we jumped in the car and smashed out
And headed straight to the westside
And by the time we got

She wanna nigga
But she don't want love
She the type to get upset
But don't know what she want
I'm not into these games
But ima play wit her
Cuz baby

Damn they got hit like they 50 

Have em shaking like he diddy 

Pussy never @ me 



I’m wit the gangsta’s nigga 

Had to let it go 

It was holding me

rather work
Is u ride or die or nah
Or is you fuckin wit me for the perks
I'm drinkin this rum til it hurts
I'm smokin til my lungs gon hurt
These Niggas

(intro)

I saw a vibe
Down on brea
Fuckin it up shopin
Baby

(chorus)
Look That's Spoilie wit that big bag
Bag
Thats that type i'm tryna get
I

Boy I'm on a lil killstreak ain't I?
Bout to get me a lil K-9 boy
Hit it like I'm a soldier nigga
Aye left, left, left, right, left, aye
Pull up wit

Florida
All of us been locked in
But we not in the system
Workin' hard, Over timin'
I only hang wit real ones
Throwin' all this cash up
Boy lets go spend

the roof
Slidin cross the hood it's like I'm fallin when I shoot
She be crazy like a ku
I can't fuck wit bitches they be fuckin up the paper
Needa couple

home wit no clout
All these Cinderellis at the prom
Lookin' for the slippers with the long gown
She think I'm the right one but I'm wrong
Baby don't get

the race
I think theey over lapped 
& when I caught the case told them pardon my back 
& now 
I'm ridin in benzes the windows is tinted 
Fuck you & ya

a lick
and get friendly ( u get friendly)

I just cant tell all my buisness (nah)

These judges they giving out sentences
Wit no periods

You got melanin

shit
Pull over, my niggas, they dump shit NBA when I'm on, that red rum shit
Don't just stand by my truck on that dumb shit Don't you run, cause my

with these niggas
Got beef then I'm bringing the milli to niggas
These niggas don't really want war wit me
It's over for niggas for sure if we beef
They

Y'all go fuck with my new song
I'm in this bitch
With my nigga Lid
And my nigga Aether
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Grahhhh!

I had to bring this shit back
I had