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Yuh
Aye
Yuh
Yuh
Aye
Huh
No I'm Not From Earth

Count on me like I got the cape
Move round the jungle go crazy like Ape
Smoke that lil' boy like

I need an escape
Free my mind baby take me to another place
Drugs don't do it ima need a escapade
Livin on the edge I jus want shit to be straight

is nothing I can front dark soda lil bitch this ain’t punch it ain’t state where I ain’t trap I hit once 

I’ll rob n steal still witchu stacc it all

600 thou
Lil bro Blick got 2 years down
For sum bullshit like 2 quarter pounds
Tried to rob my nigga T Money
Shot em in the face
First thing he said

Everything Is Fair

A Tribe Called Quest

The Low End Theory

1991

Barely knows her name, struck by fame
She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends
Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends
Rollin' down

drive by

Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money

with me

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill

a whole bag for the music
Toppling over this new shit
I sell the drugs you abuse them
Spent your lunch money on new whips
I Let the bitch drop the top in my

in the kitchen
Puttin' pots on the stove
The right pimps get drugs in lil rows
I was only 'bout 10 or 11 years old
I had to get in it fast
It was money

Flava

Young Thug

Rich Gang: Tha Four

2014

And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by

And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by

here is Brand New
Brand New
Brand New
Money coming in, it’s Brand New
Girls comin in, they come by the two
I do what I want, and I do what I do
Yah

it, set it up (lil' bitch)
Burn you like a cigarette, boy you can't hang with us
With that crazy shit, but I don't do no angel dust (nah)
Fuck

' cheddar, nigga (lil' bit)
Gotit gon' get 'em a load (go get it)
Zip it, hush, no tellin', nigga (zip it)
Or you gon' get hushed by the pole (shh)
You

lil' partner)
And so we fell off the spinning tops (I should've spit on it when I finished, ya heard me?)
Don't know, maybe for trial (ATL)
Retarded

Hey, make this beat
Yeah yeah, uh huh, yeah lil pussy nigga die
Yeah yeah, uh huh, yeah your mama really cry
Yeah yeah, uh huh, that lil boy up in

Grand Finale

Nas

Fed Up and Movin On

2007

niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go

loose leaf
Told that lil bihh that she cool
Red bottom dripping kool-aid
Got the top down playin Screw
Taking these drugs by the two
Rollin just like

The drugs turning into amenities
I try so hard to be better now
But they only see the obscenities

I thought I already told you
This shit is old news
OPF we

Lintballz

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

and do a push up
You smokin' all my purple kush up
Don't make me push and rook up
Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup
Now niggas know Lil

Oreos I'm popping pills by my lonely
And fuck friends cause my friend turn phony
Slow down the drugs starting control me
New juice but they missing

homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung

Dontgetiti

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter III [Clean]

2008

rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion

Dontgetit

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter III [Deluxe Edition] [Clean]

2008

rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion