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Mobbin'

Rasheed

Let the Games Begin

2000

through Motorola's
Illegal means makin money 
By any means necessary
Crossin the bosses we ain't leavin no commentary
But cemeteries  two elevens and one

ain't mad ɛyɛ me anigye and am really proud
Cos apart from Reggie monhu rapper sei its been a while

Yeah ɛyaa na Ghana mma no pɛ me swag
Yvone Okoro hyia

no more pack in da back of a Lac
attack, crack, smack heads wit a baseball bat

*chorus*

verse 3
still makin g music for dem cold killas
gang bangers

nil to me but I don’t want a clean sheet
Mans not even naij, but can you juju on that beat
Got me in my feelings, ain’t no dancing in the street

me by da bridges
(I love it)

(Chorus)
She get what she want and her frown lift up
(Spoiled bitch)
No work goes thru on ground we have it lift up
She

work just because

Two two three they bussin' get the fuck
You niggas is some food niggas lunch
Party pack of drugs, what you want
I'm busting down her

couldn't lack with no pole
Three little piggies was raised by they moms
And they knew that she couldn't pay the bills on her own
Four little piggies was out

bustin up and nuttin in
Let a nigga from the lost boyz tell ya somethin
No man know he play he the fuckin game
But aids ain't got no fuckin name
All you

no pop
Yeah I'm white as hell but I ain't fucking with no damn cops
Poured a four of this wocky got me feeling silly
Popping wheelies while in Philly

a bullet for yaa , 
Shit fucked up cause yu won't do it for your big brother
But on the other note Its 1,2,3 niggas got they nut cross
Feds hit yo spot ,

Intro:
youn know non bout it boy
Nothin’
I ain’t even gotta remind you
That you don’t non bout it 

Chorus:
Youn no non bout this boy
youn know non

passion for the art normal people would call insane
Big swing duck tape toe tagz dead weight
2 on da porch 1 more in the crawl space with no face
Looking

Money

Elin Lanto

Rix FM Festival 2007

2007

(llello) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do) 
 *repeat 2X* 
 Verse One: E-40 
 Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic 
 I

there
You ready i said one two three four

As I flow crowd goes up and down like a yo yo
Hail the master the ruler over all
Me to a mic like Shaq

with a dumb honey
Bitch, get off my money
Ain't got no diamonds
But I'm shining like I'm outside
And it's sunny
Now I'm chilling with a bitch on Pluto

And missed a season 
Coach can see the 
Cokaina 
Blow for me 
Supposedly  
Chop the block from 6 to 4 
1 more time from 4 to 3
No da Vinci code fa me  
My

Gimme your beeper number and checks before you leave
"Ai yo call me tomorow and ask for Steve"
Oh no this shit I couldnt beleive
Me and _ grabded her by

the
End friend-zone i cant escape
It my heart ain't no violin
But you still play it I'm stuck
Uh uh friend-zone just got
Me in amazement rip my
Heart out my

the local chemist 
They showed no love when I started rappin’ 
Now they reactin’ Duke Dennis I’m LIT by AMP 
Feelin’ like I’m in an African Weddin’ 
Send me

What We Do
By Delvonnie Stephens

Chorus

Man I hop out the car, so fresh So fresh, I'm so fresh
Stunting like a superstar, so fresh I'm so fresh I'm

soul and take the money
Cuz I walk alone this shit ain’t funny
This corny shit
They always say
But das just life
To hell with it
If you not happy don’t

ringing tone 
Oh lord 

Buss it buss it all over baby 
She ain't even come in my ride but still I drove her crazy 
Na kitchen counter she ride x3 on the big

an act
Crew a whole bunch of cowards wit no punching powers
You should have more respect this thing of ours
We blow flowers by da bouqet
Smoking potent

support no more
I ride by myself; never catch me with a group
Don't get it twisted, I keep hammers fuck a screw
When niggas get indicted, they gone write