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a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go

down 
N***as try rob us 
We gunning shit down 
Cause these n***as know 
That we stay with the pounds 
Use to buy dimes 
I don't do it now 
I shop by

the roof
Rob me a pack with lil toni and zoom
Who got the who got the who got the wood
Who gotta who gotta who gotta juug
We tryna we tryna shoot out

jealous with my crew we making hits
Ain’t eat the Carolina Reaper I’m still talking spicy
I always move in silence like I’m walking lightly
I hear you

move they as flaw as it get
I'll rob you put the squad
Introvert by nature not that i don't like people I'm just kind of throwed off
Feel like everybody

Yea yea yea bitch, hoe
You should've mind ya business lil' bitty bitch
Ion give no fuck nigga
Go against, go against, go against a gang
Nigga

Last Dance

Master P

Street Life [Solar]

1998

but these jealous niggas got me strapped 

raise like a criminal but born a bastard 

visions of a jail or a grave 

a closed clasket

Aye, you don't want none
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them fuck you up
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them tie you up

My niggas will fire you up

how it goes
You know how it goes
Yeah we getting paid
Bad bitches go insane 
Gotta keep the same pace
Gotta make it for the gang 
Reggie Rob I do my

yeah
I got you
I got you
Long as I got you
Shawty stay by my side
She never wanna say bye bye
Jo fun mi
I was still stuck on that line
Lil mami o to fun

fat ass pretty face too
Oouuu
I got no picks bitches getting cake too
Oouuu

You damn right Boogie rob girls 
Rob girls
Ain't safe for the black

things you never told 
You and yo brother sharing clothes 
Plus you jealous of your bro
Cus his father in his life meanwhile yo daddy is a hoe
He ain't

quick
I ain't into gossip

Brodie stay on mob shit
I call him just to rob kids
Jordan foes I rob kicks
Its already wrote
The plot is

Me going up and my

I'm tryna' count up a Bankroll
I'm tryna' count up a Bankroll
A bankroll where it can't fold
A bankroll where it can't fold
Try to rob me boy I can't go

the 17th and
Couldn't even find ya come to find out
That you were fat mouthin' and you's a ho
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous

Now they jealous of us
Now they depending on us
This shit so crazy to me
It's my turn I had to show the lil baby in me
Yea
Just make sure that you don't

if I looked at that lil bitch
I know what's more important
Know you get jealous, that's so cute cause at least you care
You stole that organ behind my

bummy
I stay in my lane
Where the money keep comin'
Yeah

Nigga tryna rob me, Ol' up!
Got a baby K in my backpack brother
Blowback fully automatic ain't

(What up, Foster?)
Ayy

Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When

Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la

too
All this drip all on me
You gone catch the flu
Graced by this queen
That’s a blessing boo
I know your jealous
But I’ll pardon you
But if you come

Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not

they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit

straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some