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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

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

my ass and get bank
I had to sell to get Benjamin Franks
I had to rob to get up in the ranks
I had to run a train on a lil skank
I had to sock that boy

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

need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You

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

(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

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

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

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

I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'

the hellcat, everybody know that we them boys

My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin'

everybody know that we them boys

My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin' annoyed

on my shit I think  her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht

The Soundtrack (1992)

Game

1992

2016

Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack

lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass

Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long

have a snack lil bitch

Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Knew the stakes and shot to kill for this moment
Well here

girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez

on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout

I Remember

Lil Rob

Brown Pride Riders, Vol. 1

1999

strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I

I Remember

Lil Rob

Still Smokin'

2000

strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I

can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass