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What Money Do

Project Pat

Crook by da Book: The Fed Story

2006

Mr. James, all these superfreaks, out here tryna get me

Wanna hit me, wanna say, they done been 'round the truth
In ya bed or the booth, I'm

wit the badest of  b*****
They looking beasty
I did the most in baby
I got the treaty
Tryna push me off
They want me gone 
They tryna end me
But I keep

some s*** that they don't mean to get to know you
Give a lame too many chances, he gon' f*** around and show you 
That the b****** only for you when they

Bentley look like a chimney
My ex just text sayin' she miss me
I'm gettin' head in a droptop wit' my hair blowin' in the wind like a frisbee
By the Arch

city Nigga this my hood
They don’t wanna see me win
So I gotta go win again
Everytime I pray I sin again
Get the money out the mud
We ain’t doing white

literally just mentally 
These n*ggas don't be hittin 
Well they might
Not like One Side
Hoes sayin Im a villain 

Pent house view wit some b*tches
You can

Aim for the head, f* yo chest
If half of that s* was real
There would be nobody left for the cops to kill

They think they're educated but they're just

cheated on and hated
You don't kno how I been feeling
Getting high to help me get
By now I'm higher than the ceiling
I was studying my life yea
I really got

at me when I ask
Like don't rock the boat
Politicians on the right wanna stop the vote
While Democrats, man they just a joke

Why it gotta be complicated

to the party me and my bro
Bitches recording me thinking They low
Just don't record me chilling wit Hoes
My bitch gone trip you already Know
If a nigga trip you

buggin' she want me to spend some racks on her[01:21.64]Thuggin' wit' my brothers 'till this crack gone[01:24.35]I know they snakin' that's why imma keep

are not with the chitter chat
You can get smacked wit the blick if you act up
By myself aint no callin for backup
Niggas broke like go get ya racks up

The Learning (Burn)

Mobb Deep

Infamy [Clean]

2001

hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)

N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are

the store 
I grab some swisher for myself 
And put 10 on 4 
But please don't temp me
Everything is simply
Do it or you dont 
Ain't no lames riding wit me 
I

Remember spendin all them late nights choppin up wit bro
They don’t know i changed back when i was in the cold
I been tryna deal wit pain its kinda

[Chorus: X2]

[Verse 3:]
Two bitches and me [X4]
And..
They kissin and huggin [X4]

Hello
I could play wit it, I could beat it up
Yup, beat it up, get ya

I kept that strap in my car just case a nigga wanna go to war wit me
I put tattoos on my arms that symbolize that my brothers they stand wit me
I

AQUA
Aqua water, bustdown water, pussy water 
Dripped out water 
If he talk hot he's goner, just send shots wit no warning
Bullets hot they

say it's locker room talk
It's a pity no one can fix me she sucked my dick now its crispy clean
Thanks for cleaning off your pussy juice missy
When I

will never leave my future son no you can't call me deadbeat
Girl i'm sorry that I did you wrong you don't have to be petty

Pull up wit the gang like

Do It Like Me

Skepta

Doin' It Again

2011

don't do it like me

Guess who's in the city, it's going off
They know I got money, but I ain't showing off
I drop it like it's hot
F*ck how much doe

just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
Get head while I'll roast in a sauna
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
And I aint concerned wit

Wit 2 toppings
Make sure that door locked
Get this h** poppin
Uh trap
I'm making these plays
I'm paid
They label me one of the Best
And I ain't gotta

thick (don’t)
But you fuckin wit a pro so you gon learn some tips (tips)
Players club Ronnie on the table doing tricks
And if you wanna Act up, my niggas