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You the nigga that was givin' clues, got my lil' homies in the fed snatched
Pussy you deserve a head tap
Head tap, nigga, head tap

I see

I'll rob the bank for retirement 
Tryna go live on a island 
Buy my lil sister some diamonds 
Me and my niggas we climbing 
Me and my niggas we climbin

Love
Thank you for the heart
There'll never be a long and lonely night again

Yeah, this Lil Debo two in the house
This s**t goes out to them

Kaught in da Ak

Das EFX

Straight Up Sewaside

1993

Bring it in one time, Solid Scheme

Hook: (x3)

(Gotta story to tell y'all)
(Here's a lil' story I got ta do)

Verse 1: Books

Uh
Well say hello

what the fuck is y'all on
Juicy got the streets talking 'cause a nigga still on
Still riding clean, still getting high, still blown
What the fuck is

waistline
Yeah! I was a baller in high school
Had a different whip, everyday, switchin’
Cops came by and theres no need for snitchin’
Because when you do that

it's time to get busy I ain't shooting
It is what it is I'm calling on Mod (Mod)
My cousin Lil Law that's my idol back in the raq he used to go rob
I'm

purgin', we hop out Suburbans 
Like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin'
I pull that bitch out then I

yayaya
Dripping in designer I be fly yayaya
Hit yo girl then I gotta tell her by yayaya

 When you see me I be flylylyly
Say Lil mama come on nananana

nigga
Hustled and had a pristine glow up
Money on the counter lil nigga get grip
Rob a nigga with my fist
Bust a nigga in his lip
Take a lil nigga shit

Springfield that Shit was hard
But I swear we made it look easy
Hitting licks jacking robbing niggaz
That's me big three and Lil Weezy
My life was real ruff I

up on madden, My lil brother came from nothing he a rob you
For bragging for yourself, don't let em fool you, all the killers fuck with rappers
Besides

got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go

The pressure point poet, got promoted
Now I'm vital statistics with the lyrics; when provoked
I'm high blood pressure with the lecture, but I'm extra

with me, cause I kick it with the high class
Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when I was down on my ass
In my cordoroy britches, y'all was in Louis Vatone

Hopkin Street, Lee's and Natural Nails,
Come take a ride to the boot, enjoy this southern trail,
Come take a ride with me,
Hop in light the blunt get high

the smoke as you soak in your lies
Lil' Rob lighting up the sky like Fourth Of July
I can't believe myself, how I could subdue and just deceive myself

Talk on my brother I'll hurt you
Talk on my brother, lil' nigga
I'll hearse you

Hollow tips, hot flyin', they'll curse you
You a broke bitch anyway, I

24 Hours to Live

DJ Lt. Dan/DMX

Fed Up and Movin On

2007

Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto

9 to 5

Yo Gotti

Life

2003

with all
Up to no good in da hood but to play with my dawg
Been had six figures and that ain't no lie
I was fly class of 2000 at Trezvant High
I had gold

low with his head high
There's no way he can love them all
Some say he has them brainwashed
See all of them a lil different, but somehow have the same

secured I choppa sitting by the do
Wisper in her ear let's rob yo daddy he so gotta know
Got Kobe in my stick if im wit trip I got 20 mo
You trynna run get

I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from

niggas that rob, they just one call away
All of my love, threw it all away, I give you love and you throw it away
Your love so good, and if I could, I'd go