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Straight Thuggin'

Kane & Abel

Rise to Power [Clean]

1999

Gangsta
(Gangsta)
Gangsta
(Gangsta)

Gang-bangin' murder with the killin'
Stackin' Phillys to the ceiling
Bloody body chillin', can't fight

gotta keep up
This 5.56', got kick, get beat up

Money don't sleep, I know I gotta be up
Lil' freak tryna fuck, I tell her let's meat up
Havin my way,

want it right when you fertile
I'm rollin' up shells, she all in my ear, she wanna go slow like a turtle
Baby girl, you the finest, you think I be

Stop, Look & Listen

Lil Rob

Crazy Life

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[Lil Rob]
Sup ese
What's up ese... what you know me man?
Si mon I'm your best homey and you

This Bad lil B wanna fuck with me she seen me up in my psgs
Fucked her once then passed to the team
She's looking at me dumb like wdym
What do you

Stackin' hundreds up until our pockets got the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds)
Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up)
Partna wit the drako by

their neck when lil momma passes by
Got me so amazed everyday by her grind and hustle
I'm her best friend she'll tell me everything
When ill step out

Know how to move on a mission
We sending hand signals it look like Im stackin
In back gettin nasty ha bff drivin
I'm still trynna pull dwn ha Panties

(hook)

I been stackin' up tryna get a mill

Lil baby off the perc tryna get a thrill 

lil cuz caught a body all ke know is kill 

lotta niggas fake

and Baka bossed up, you know how bosses do
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger,

Chocolate
And we stackin' up the green
By any means
Play then we upping the fire rate
Say that he threw a white flag
After that boy in a bag then
That's okay

niggas,
you be fakin' I am real
I need dead, dead faces,
I need every type of bill
And lil jit gon' cut it up,
I ain't never give a fuck
I'm just tryna run

My bitch say every time she look up, I'm about to spark a blunt up (blunt up)
I told her if she know like I know, she'll shut the fuck up (shh)
It's

a lil nigga just feenin for more
Been too turnt up in this club
Leave by three I could hit it past four
Way you pushing up that body on me it's like we

ahead, go ahead make ya body move
Go ahead and make ya body move

[Lil' Rob]
I grab my Levis and my ironin board
Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags

stack it by the loaf
That lil bitch all on my dick her best friends I fucked 'em too
Couple racks up on my neck was like fuck it make it two
I got all

Block Burner

DJ Melo-Mix

The Best of DJ Melo-Mix, Pt. 1: Ride or Die

1999

the whole block get burned up 

(Chorus)2x 
Verse 3 
that's me up on the back street in black clothes 
See me and Rob burn blocks whoa nigga whoa 
We

be movin' with the shit
And stackin' p's by all my lone
And if you wanna get the cheese you come to me and talk to cro
I be whippin' the shit with

Rari coming they in danger 
They see u winning then they Change up 
Money talking now my Change up 
Oh that's your bitch? we'll i banged her
Get

Drakeo man you dead wrong
Battle up with Kim Wan
My convo kimbo, your bitch is a nympho
Oh that's what you kill for
Be dead 'fore we switch songs
Graves

up backends (pickin' up backends)
Shoebox used to be stackin' (stackin', stackin'), now it's Wraith when I back in
Perky plug, always showed me love,

nigga, uh, rich, go)
Rich nigga timeline, stay the fuck up out of mine (uh, stay out it, go)

Seventeen stackin' and countin' (seventeen)
Eighteen I

missing wack jumper
I got shit up in these shells when they shoot you hear thunder
Running in and out the house boy I was playing with numbers
Bitch was

small spotlight on  yeah dat 2 surreal
Chasin' goals stackin' dough all the hustle I feel
Took the game by storm blew up like dynamite
Overnight success