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the meat market
Trap, rob, or shoot a basketball we had three choices
And me I tried em all
Shoot the shit out a ball just couldn't abide by the laws
That

wearing linen
Yeah she look so thick in 'em
Smells like cinnamon
Raps sounding better than Eminem (bitch)
Catch her eyes gazing, yeah they look like lil

come back wit my guala
Niggas never had no bank no commas
Remember your niggas get stained by there partner
The next day say the opps done rob us
They

Take no shit, no bitch I ain't no pamper
Practice what you preach, on God I'm leading by example
Motherfucking golden, the magic man was chosen

When they call
Up my phone
Click click click
Let it go
Gleam mode
Gleam mode 
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I

My Strategy

Mr. Shadow

Born Without a Konscience

[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa

[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out

[Mr. Lil One]
For all your

a chop in the cut and he dumpin'
I Call up lil Jugg and got percs by the dozen
Lil Ahk Janky that beam on yo muffin

Call Ahk and you know that he janky

can't leave without it

Gunna

I Am > I Was

2018

Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't

Produced by: Skeyez Beats
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 瑞
Mixed/Mastered by: 瑞/郭子翊
PlanZ’s Voicemail:
More Vision, break a leg, boy
Stevv

boy, I cup big dro sack (that's right)
Paper stack, big rain, big bling-bling
Try to take big chain, big baybay

[Skinhead Rob]
I'm goin', I'm goin', I'm

friends, that's the old me (uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (ice)
My big brother by my side like Ginobli (uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his

One Time Gaffled 'Em Up

Compton's Most Wanted

It's a Compton Thang

1990

(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;

cracking them cards
Had no choice but to hustle and Rob
Mama knew I was gone' be a star
And I told her that day not far
From the projects but now we living

3500

Future

3500

2015

thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public

go dumb with the click-clack
Maxo shot, back 'em down, it's a mismatch
Heard you gon' rob me, never got your get back
Better get your gun, boy, you

In da Game

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez [Hypnotize Minds]

1995

all my lil niggas in the game
Lil Nick, Big Dre, my brother Phil did a drive by on the game
Lil Darius, Shawn Baby, Big W, Brian Jay, Lil Toby, Lil

a grudge
Lil' nigga, the fuck is you worried for?
You wasn't there when I buried her
Get on my nerves, nigga, I might bury ya
That a lil' inch by the barrier

dead on the cement
Make your hoe suck my bro she gone swallow his semen
All this pain I went through make me turn to a demon
Try to rob lil Jayy that

homeboy but
Ain't no love round here
There's crack down here
Nines and macks down here lil niggas will
Jack to be exact down here, phines down here
Niggas

hospital
You gone shoot or get shot
Seen niggas get robbed by the cousin
Is you gone rob or get got
Big shout out to lil C
Taught me how to scrap out the pot

out my body
Had to double back again cuz we ain't get da ones dat shot em
Drive-by imma shoot at da driver, dem lil niggas was dead on arrival
My whole

products
Count the money til my hands lock up
Dope, weed, xans, percs, jiggers
Bricks in I feel like Killa
Location on lil n***a pull up
Tryna rob getcho a*s

Fuck tha lil hoe jus for saying tha you loved me
Wasted all my time on this bitch jus to fuck me
After all we did you jus left nothing for me
Now I'm

you try to creep, we gon' spin it with the street
Lil' bitch know she hot, this lil' bitch fuck for the free
Pull up on they block, droppin' niggas by