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the plan I ran through it quick
Hunnid band that's the plan I'm still in the mix
What they saying I'm the man somewhere with your bitch
Niggas broke ain't

in Gucci, don't i smell like money
I got bands on me, dont i smell like money
Can't name a day, I ain't thumbin' through hundreds

The money gon'

Dusted

Leftfield

Rhythm and Stealth

1999

couldn't douse my cane
Learn to the mean
For brad pick 'e had
Slapped in the face
Strapped down
I get sunset to sunset
With no sweat yet
Cooin' our

Gouda

B-Legit

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential
When I was comin' up there certain things we

these nicks off
And leave that bitch puzzled like a jigsaw
I show you how to get it bad, come and get taught

He ain't tryna get no chips, so that's his

One year in, Feel like a vet i been making these hits all year
But ain't hop on no shit like this
Shit on these niggas they talking bout motion but

the dirt
Ready for whats to come it can be worse
Yea Yea
Thank God for my mama
Blessed her seed
Put me on the map, travel the sea
Count up bands by myself
I

ain’t talking bout jack
Put 10 bands in a LV Back Pack
Ain’t no Miller when I pop out the mac
Throwing up bands and drinking on yak
18 not 21, fuck

make a motion i ain't stalling
I chase band's every morning
I never complain never moaning
Im automatic like Tesla
Baby come and give me the bunda
You

Raw & Uncut

Jay-Z

The Truth

1999

[Beanie Sigel]
What
Spit what man
Man I don't know where that shit be comin' from dawg for real
Ain't no fuckin' rapper man
Sixteen
I don't

necklace
Rollie on my wrist, couple bands I'ma spend it
Blessings on Blessings on Blessings
Look at my necklace I'm flexing
Smoking on strong no stressing
I

Walk with sticks like a cane yeah you know i'm a kappa
Ain't no cap in my rap think it's sweet ima wrap ya
Martin Lawrence you niggas y'all be funny

we ain't supposed to do
You my yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Ever say you runnin' low on cash, I bless you with bands 
You could pull up by the trap in my

can't find us
Lit when I show up
Ain't no denying
Pulling up alone
Yea that's how I'm ridin'
Count bands by my lonely
Cuban man, no Tony
Trappin out

tell just by yo’ handshake
You ain’t real I can tell just by yo’ mans face
Better bail man that’s for you and yo’ mans sake
All these bands I don’t even

I'm locked in the lab like I'm goin spike lee
If you still don't believe don't come by me
Bond over hate that's a fan club
Stay in my line like a band

that lobster over here by that stake
If you lookin' for some hens
I got ten on the way
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
I'm an industry virgin

of thrones)

Ice in the fridge, Ice on my ears
Jumped off a bridge, I don't got no fears
Not tryna get locked up, free my boy six nine
Not tryna get trapped, by

They said 
"Why you ain't been workin?" Bitch, I been workin hard 
No one wanna see me win just look my haters lurking hard 
I'mma go against

Bring Back Somethin fo da Hood

Coolio

It Takes a Thief

1994

around and get ape
Top down,slipped on co-run they none
Every (cisscrack) cane ain't no fun
Black cop white cop
Fuck the colour of skin make sure he

Gotta run up them bands
Just for the fam
Not takin no handouts
Bitch I ain't no kid
I cannot play
Not taking no timeouts
How you chasing a bag
But

I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
Stand over with this fire
And I'ma watch that

Got a sack of marijuana, think I'm 'bout to bend a corner
Ain't no telling who my money for
Got my dope from cross the border
Got my home

to steal somethin' Pay a nigga just to kill somethin
Puss pips start bends on him Make this shit get real for him

Hurt a nigga, ain't no deal, so I got me