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me tryn' get me
Slick beat them with baton's call me Webbie
Spint off with a bag I had pennies
Straight from the block swear I don't care bout no Emmy

From what it seems
You think you know them
Not from behind the scenes
They call him a monster
Get rid of him by all means
Now I'm really overthinking
Off

I was born chosen by the 333
Everything that’s happening cause God made me
Don’t act like you don’t see it we don’t come late see
If y’all don’t step

on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount

Soon as we fuck, she want a check, but that shit fake, you

I'm turnt up right now
I'm turnt up right now i'm off half a bean
It's like eighty degrees
But I got the chills right now
I'm turnt up right now
I'm

a honey bun
Bitch bustin' out with the gat, call it run and gun
Bitch so bougie, she can't stand when i'm throwing ones
2022, bitch, that's my year
I'm

step to
Y'all really be getting it twisted outchea' like I was fine before I met you
If we not related by blood my g, I do not have to respect you
Though

If I call, when I fall
Will you be there?

Will you be there?
Will you be there?
Will you be there?

Yeah, will you be there?
(Yo where you at?)

to a private island, get you wetter than an ocean
I know your vibe raw, but can you take it raw
Cause I ran outta Trojans
I go by Young Mallie but don't call me

bitches know
I'ma ball off the rip
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the

You say you bout to do it
Bitch fuck it up

Yeah living life
Falling fast
Tryna grab the wheel
Long nights
By my side
Love the way it feels
Oh, yeah, hey
It's so real
So real
So real

Higher

It's the Hip-Hop hermit call me rap's Terry Gilliam
Fakes, I ain't feelin' 'em, their heads filled with helium
Hot air balloons pop at higher

It's the Hip-Hop hermit call me rap's Terry Gilliam
Fakes, I ain't feelin' 'em, their heads filled with helium
Hot air balloons pop at higher

Move Around

B.G.

Trill Connection

2007

on bread and bologna
You can't come around here 'cause ya phony
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me
Now keep it movin, move around, get off me

at the city
And I bet sometimes you wonder 'bout me

And I just wanna tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you,

Oooh.

De La Soul

Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump

2000

woman and man

God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It

rather keep me a Glock
No matter how big the rounds
Still bust smooth wen it pop
Hard as shit to get up wit me
But trust I see ya calls
No hard feelings

She said she gone set it off
I call her my Queen Latifah
Threw me to the wolves
And I came back a leader
My circle is a period
I’m something like

Leave ya body on the curve
Wit like two thru you
Anybody got the nerves then it's your broad
I'm so high off the herbs, so it's your call
I'm a stand by

Wassup y’all
It’s Truth Trill
Do I call y’all my Trillans?
Trilldren?
Trillians?
Fuck it
It don’t matter anyway
Yall my family
So I gotta put y’all

not the same class
Whip my wrist like it's hockey (Ice)
Shawty flat and her ass call that dumb lil hoe a donkey
Back to the J hand it off (Off)
Ice neck

Energy
See the real ones move in
Silence
Till it's time to bring out the Energy
Your energy off, you on the Wrong side
Y'all niggas giving bad vibes Got

your disc
I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old
Nat right by the Wendy’s!

I'm livin', nigga, and I'm gettin' it
I'm jumpin' straight in

name by accident
So I gotta be careful its a close call
It almost slipped off of the tip of my tongue
I caught it at the right time