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that had to mean to something
So lawd when we do it
Please don’t tell us nothing
Cause we gone load em up
And we gone find out where they at
We gone find

make em say
Yup yup we make em say yup we got em like
Let's get it you got a boyfriend?
No, we don't care now where that money at?
It's over here we ball

Down Here

The Hot Boys

Let 'Em Burn

2003

disrespect 'em
A get 'cha call ta the morgue quik nigga
Why'kno about the Hot Boys
Disrespect 'em a get a call ta the morgue quik

(Look look look)
I

the morgue quick nigga
You know about the hot boys
Disrespect 'em a get a call
Ta the morgue quick

I come with, K's and Glocks
Ready ta spray the block
Raise

When the money come in with you
You got cash on the side
( I told em )
All these bitches mad at the girl I call mine
( i swear )
All these bitches mad

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

Keys Under Palm Trees

Nicki Minaj

Beam Me Up Scotty

2010

Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Ma, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear 'em
I don't need

looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no

and now I got her playin' in my dreads (Hoe)
I'm with all my bloodas in this bitch, so I don't need no friends (I got 'em)
Boy I had to get it on my own I

em i ain’t in my feelings getting mad I’m getting rich,
Put a mag on his ass do em bad and get em hit, 
I been rained on cause i been walk-in through

'Bout to make 'em big mad

Aye, Aye
I got a back to watch (Aye)
'Cuz they got a boat to rock (Aye)
I got get on my p's and q's
And I get some t's to cross

Soulja with that
Aye bae bae
Yuh, ayyee
I thought that I told y'all before
I be goin crazy, I'll tell you once more
Don't get it twisted nigga
Don't be

niggaz hating
We don’t give em no play
Back up on tha road
Getting lit in a rover.
Bitchs in my lean
Getting litt in a ringe.
Her and two of her friends

take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline
Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving 'em like mad fours
But fast forward, let's get

that boy to get a bag
Tell em count that shit in cash 
Tell em make sure he pay the tab so I don't gotta ask

Is that yo chick 
Getting fucked up tryna

Know I got her
Like Gucci and Prada
Put that on my tab
First I gotta make a milli
Like Soulja boy
Get silly
I'm bringing it back
All these motherfuckas

on you
Bet this feel like Deja Vu
Flipped the script all up on you
Tell your boys that I played you
Niggas always talking
Niggas always chatting
Always in

Rap God

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013

(kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat
Packin' a MAC in

mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is

Kiss Me Thru The Phone

Sammie

Now, Vol. 31

2009

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em

Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight 
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue 
Girl, you know

Soulja Livin' tru

I do Flint and D beats cause I know them boys
Hit ya street with the shh, it ain't no remorse
I'm on that Scarface shit, nigga

for
Get all the bags, I don't go back and forth
Da past, I don't go back no more
Yehhh... I'm havin more
Why you mad, I thought that you would be happy

bluffing
100, 000 dollars man them bottles
We just crush ‘em
Now tell me why you hating?
You hating 'cause you mad?
Or is you mad because you hating, boy you

Yeahhh, oh hoh, yeah

How many times I gotta tell you?

Girl, Im yours

Lets get one thing straight, girl Im yours

You got me

Specially when I talk