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the commotion
Never left lonely
Im here by yo side baby rockin n rollin

Now What

Juelz Santana

From Me to U [Clean]

2003

East side, fuck nigga, now what?
Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what?
Bank head fuck nigga, now what?
My A-town, fuck nigga, now what?
My N.Y. fuck nigga,

You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself, talking to the moon

Fuck on a bitch,

every time
I lost my bro 
To the sound of a gun
And he told me i gotta go get whats mine
Get me whats mine yea
B***** played me n they lie yea
Grandma

get a re-up
Talk bout drugs talk bout guns n slugs
See a pagan aim it for his head top
His arms out bro like I ain't trynna give u a hug
I'm a bad man

dung
But him love di fuckry like him son
A him carry mi go buy di gun
Fi shot dem, and deprive dem lung of oxygen
But mommy say shoot fi di future
dem

a mask on thinking I’m Jason
No Nikes, these bullets gon’ chase em
Like damn, bad answer, gotta erase em
And them tres n****s not even crazy
Too explosive,

Ruger on my soul and my bag ima shoot it
Don't you get on my bad side I'll lose it
I might shoot me a n**** get away with it
Keep big god and my oil and I

copping of the lot
I ain't getting gun down R.I.P my nigga X yeah
Yeah that nigga tough me lots
What I don't know
Won't hurt me bad
I'm chasing bags

W garderobie wszystko allblack w studio ściany all black
Jadę robić forsę na BP tankuję Hondę
W radio Guns N' Roses jadę pisząc zwrotkę
Nic już nie

kill, can't fuckin take a fuckin draw
Guns n' roses, might get inside the eye of johnny law

I like money of all sorts, and I considered serving fiends

Longer
If I stayed any longer
If I stayed any longer, would you love me more?
More money spent on you that you didn't deserve
Deserve a n***a like

the coolest
Michael jackson bad smooth criminal im the smoothest
Ive seen n**** get they merms detached from they back
And if I ever get a label ill make sure

Yow
When e crank up
Yow

Mi killer dem a east, big up Delapp
Bad from birth my youth uh no see dat
We a press gun wid comfortable trigger
Weh put

These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon' get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato

way
I’m tryna get money by trucks in a major way
Comin’ like a man want me to pull up n release di pain
I can’t get a m charge spex I got shit to gain

but they call him Big PreZ
That n***a must got a ladder, That’s fast how he get up there?

Keep the fye on the pillow, I sleep ready
Don’t come by with

Get on Up

Money Mark

Book of Thugs: Chapter AK Verse 47

2000

Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'

what I felt 
You ain't toke what I toke 
How you livin life full of the evil 
Full of wrong n shit that ain't legal 
Disobeying by the stripes w

a beam ima clean up the beef call it Mop n glo 
I do this gun rap to leak my aggression 
And feed my obsession 
For beats by my brethren 
We kinda like

Lying by the side of the road
One hand on a gun and one on a rose
Lovers climb the roof of your mouth
You kiss your own tongue and then curse

to sleep on the floor
The same lil' nigga chased off by the store
And now I got a mil', nigga, I'm the GOAT
Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat
My gun hot

Being held back by gun blasts I duck it
See the wrong path and I double back on it
Got a long track of the laughs gone bad
Last one running you don't

was all the things that my friends said He sure had me convinced
I was the only thing worth saving
By a knight in shining armor with guns a blazin'
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