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Friends of Mr. Cairo

Vangelis

Synthesizer Greatest Gold

1992

outta this joint.
Woman: Frankie, when they get here wer're gonna be dead, I know we are! We don't have agun!
Frankie: Listen. We got three million...

By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
You and me, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy

And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living

feel like I've been betrayed by the best friend I ever had
And I feel like something deep inside, once was alive and now its dead
And I've got nothing

at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil' Dude

Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions

Said that I cap, lil' ninja better show up

Smoking HR, man this shit gas

Word to my dead that ninja a daughter



“ Glahh, like Glaahhh “



Big EBK

at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs
With my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
But before I could put my Nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

fucking son, he gon' be missing soon
Hey Mrs. Frizzle, can you leave me alone
I don't wanna see that bitch's bone
I seen his blood when I got him gone
Ain't

I'm making p's i'm Lil Peep wit all these L-L-Lines yeah 

Dead Baby, Drop Dead
Drop-dead baby, drop-dead baby yah 
Drop-dead, drop-dead baby

I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must

Born N Raised

Rick Ross

Carol City's King

2008

And when I take off, it's like I took off. 
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by. 
You like a slow motion. 
All in 3-D. 
'cause everywhere I go, they

pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got

rolled one back and got the workin' of a Gates
Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak
But watch my jeans, custom made Browny Brown and you

Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make

The time has come I'm gonna cast my spell

You see standing by the window waiting for you to show
I know that's why I call you Mr. 12 double O
Got me covered

with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin

I'm hella strong,

I'm Gone

Fat Joe

The Darkside, Vol. 1

2010

a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat

me feel like I'm a dentist (mhmmm)
I'm a menace on the block Mr.Wilson I'm Dennis (you heard)
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In

Mr. R.i.p. (I.P.)
Yeah, you gotta kill these niggas (niggas)
Dead these bitches (bitches)
Funeral nigga (say word)

Ask them ho's about me
They

I've made

Mr. Sandman
Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me things

Mr. Sandman 
Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me

a prison year
I be wild like engineer
Look at this lil nga here
I just made it to the coast
F H be the boat
Guttaman he be the goat


Mr. Sweet

we dont hunt

man
But politics that's really not my thing man
Never voted once in my life I'm a dead man
Feeding all animals birds call me bread man 
Like I'm lil

Huncho G, Mr. Prada, Mr. P

I made some G's in a day stacked it up and just forgot about it

You remember, I ain't forget when you forgot about me