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and slowly becomes funds
But you gotta have the skill, that's
Why I'm on top of it, son
Ain't no need for animosity
Just fill up your lungs
And breathe deep,

How We Get Down

Bad Azz

Personal Business

2001

bottle of 'gnac, you could shine
It ain't no thing, show your paper stack (check it out)
Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggas
Take money by

[Verse 2: EB]
Me, I’m tryna catch a vibe
Never could I understand why we act in lies 
We wanted each other but now you fronting
Jay-Z with Skateboard P,

the Jay Z of tha North Ghanastan
You know what I'm sayin
Tha choppa gonna make it do a dance
And I be one thumbing through tha younnis
And guala just

Don't understand what you want from me
It's toxic, but I'm in love with the company
Make it make sense, heart on the defense
Fine, okay, leave then

day, you discover the ones that were fake
You see that your Day Ones was down from A-Z
It's a shame how all the unknowns want a hand out
You phonies can

out

Quitting for me is illegal
I could pretend I always win
But that'd be deceitful
'Cause by now I figured me
And Jay Z'd be equals
But I just played

Jimmy Recard

Drapht

Brothers Grimm

2008

to my stomach
And there’s nothing you can do
You gotta love him (You gotta love him!)
It's

J.R., Jimmy Recard!
Raise your glass for the king

frontin'
Before I come like Osama and start bombin' 
These niggas fugazi and goin' against me, is you crazy?
I got that blueprint Jay-Z and all that big

bed, listenin' to Jay-Z
Hopin' that one day you can be, good enough at something to get a degree
I'm smokin' and puffin' and passin' to me
I'm spendin'

Intro

Big Rube

Fled

1996

thing I'm holdin' is pain, 
You can borrow, a whole pocket of change,
For your sorrow, Lotta Kat'z busted, but they can't find the hop, 
That hustlin'

Fell off a cloud into the fake smiles
Need something from me whats your squarecash or paypal
I dont work for free and
Pretty soon ima tax it
So im

Intro

Big Rube

Kinfolk

2006

thing I'm holdin' is pain, 
You can borrow, a whole pocket of change,
For your sorrow, Lotta Kat'z busted, but they can't find the hop, 
That hustlin'

48Hz, forty-eight pounds
Four hundred forty-eight, get 'em gone now
(Prezzley P'll get you popped, nigga
Get your ass popped, Boy)
Go, go (Yeah)
Ayy