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No going home, I'm live in the streets
Your girl got boom by this brown-skin G
Man do road like, "Money ain't for me"
Invade homes, we the housin'

because these hoes get in the way
No im not in Home Alone, if you come in, I'll let it spray
Squeeze the chopper so hard, let the chopper eat his face
We

me it's swiper no swipe
Before he hop out, I'm counting it twice
I'm tryna be rich by the end of the night
When I come home I'm sipping on sprite
When

bones
Apparently I'm back in my zone
Exotic weed, I can't be lonesome
Diamonds dancing just like salsa
I'm getting the bands, I'm right back home

Phone Tap

AZ

The Album

1997

Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow ho Gwen
Shoulda known she was a bitch that we both coulda boned
If posted

all yo' friends

Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz

With burgundy paint, butter and LG rims

Color TV, VCR playin X-rated films

Of myself,

autumn afternoon to fall in love with you

The Benz is butter beige
I whip that Benz like "what a slay"
Got that good good
Make you wanna stay, home

I just made 600
My racks know that bitch want it
And hell no you can get none
That lil' bitch really did sum
To me
By leaving me out in the dark
But

Back up off the Wall

Brand Nubian

Foundation

1998

Allie played 

Now we delayed by ninety days 

You better find me anyways 

You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home 

Non-haters play

have them comin' by the tens
Don't you come apologize to me don't like to make amends
Yeah, yeah, yeah, just stay tall and count them dividends
Niggas

[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)
Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)
You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home
Without

wanna come back
She must've ain't learned aint no place like home
I'm on a new level, upped it im grown
Count up my rackies and sit on my throne
I don't

thuggin and buggin
Now these hoes flock by the dime by the dozen
She gone fuck on me fuck on my cousin
I pop a thirty I'm bussin (bussin)
Big body Benz no

Get out the Club

50 Cent

Guess Who's Back?

2002

the wrong numbers and wrong names
Bitch why don't you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea)

pieces
Got put into my benz tryna wrap man up like shiro
Push it home my shank don't bend
Racks racks multiply by ten
Oh now i can't hear no pagans but

by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just

come with that,

Child in the ghetto, they be lost so they settle,
14 years old with the metal,
A lot of home invasions, they be looking like
Where

I Luv

Scarface

Chase the Cat

2001

like I'm married
And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know?
Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin porno
[Too Short]

All I hear is let me hold something
All I hear is let me smoke something
Broke niggas coming by the dozen
And broke bitches
Might as well double it

must be the money!)

If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

Drivin Small Fords ,
Nigga Got Taller Now I’m In A Big Benz ,

Actin Like iAint Been Gettin Money Lil Nigga Where The Fuck You Been ,

Get A Lil Stack

난 널 찾고 있어 간절히
baby come back to me right now
난 니가 필요해 right now
사랑이 이렇게 잔인한
거라면 더 이상 안 해 난
I'm pullin up in that parking lot
너희집 앞에 그 parking lot yeah

Oochie Wally

Braveheart's

QB Finest [Clean]

2000

rat, walking by with the doobie wrap 
Tight blue jeans, air max 
Small gucci bag 
No loot and no job 
Stay home giving blow jobs 
Like no prob, it's

Richard

Eminem

Bottoms Up

2012

is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,