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Ghetto

Sticky Fingaz

Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones

2000

a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you

I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich

I've been feelin' in album mode
Homies probably heard me say that the last few years though,
But now I'm in a different time zone
So I feel less fear

Oh and we take your ho
Pull up in the Lamborghini with that big 44
Young rich nigga came from
The fucking kitchen
Whippin', whippin', whippin'

ride by they can not take it
Way two different for these occasions custom made I am just saying
Wardrobe crazy it need some taming of one of one I'm him

Someone grab the scissors, 'cause I cut her off, once I hit 
She can pass to my brother 'nem (uh-uh-uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles, look just like

some propane
Leaving people hairless
Supplying niggas with rogaine
You are not smoking no purple
You smoking romain
Like my women all different colors

a different story will you really ride for me
Guess  I'll gone die for you  since Jesus die for me
That Nigga wasn't my Brody you the devil I was  holy
In

vinyl albums by the crate now that's great
it was a bit late for a clean slate
filled up the chalkboard it was time to erase, uh oh
sometimes the biggest

vinyl albums by the crate now that's great
it was a bit late for a clean slate
filled up the chalkboard it was time to erase, uh oh
sometimes the biggest

couldn't tell us he was hurting
How come I didn't listen
When did he try to phone me
I wish it ended different
Pray the sadness don't control me
Holy Jesus,

Verbal Murder 2

Pete Rock

Soul Survivor, Vol. 1

1998

bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain 
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin' 
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for

on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By

Time is evil
Time is the force that makes us rot
Time organizes everything you love inside a box
Time's forever
Time isn't measured by a calendar or dial

make a classic album
They get pressed like wrinkled clothes
But I learned from 50 that mining beats hitting gold whether you're rich or broke so
Fuck

didn't listen
You get it
Hey, what's up Bossman
Hey, good looking out G
Remember a day we were talking about different skin colors and shit
Hey, man, you

the 90's nigga was ridin' colors with Rally's nigga
In my hood, I was sellin' dope in alleys nigga
You can't finesse me, I'm a mathematician
Just made 200

to mess with me
Cause i was different color of my skin so they never let me in
Slide up in her dms she thinks am a freak
Didn't have the sauce always kept

now orange the color of my curls
Had some niggas who was dogs and now they fleas
Cause they paused the game and then they switched they team
I can't

big enough for eight bitches
Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen
Big Richard hit different (yeah, let's go)

Every car, man, it's mine, never

Hold On

Pusha T

My Name Is My Name

2013

mothafuckas sold soap
Got rich selling hope to the hopeless
But I'm a thinker, methodic in my motives
I motivate to put my niggas into motors
No woman, no

from the bottom just me and my team
Shout my plug out in swizzy got the racks in them swiss banks
I been gettin' money different colors call it swiss

how yo face doing?
I hit em up and then I do my dance, bitch I emoted
Different type of color money yea my racks are color-coded
Flexing in my

(For real)
Money got em' switching up like different stones (Huh?)
What you abide by?
Selling souls for a whip faster than when time fly (Skrrt)
Got