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u'Jessi les'ya sjaparapa Angisithandi
And by the way she was best Friends with Monica.
You took em to your crib
You fucked them like they Twins 
You tapped

like Eazy (Like Eazy)
I had to blow up the lab like Dee Dee
(Like Dee Dee)
I got a problem with Friends, no Phoebe
(No Phoebe)
All of you boys lowkey

it by the gram, money loves my hands
I pull a few bands out a plastic bag
And it all add up
I'm real good with the math
I turn a quarter of the gas

Run a Nickel in the field
Receiver with no quarterback
Took her to the whorehouse
Daddy asking where his daughter at
Niggas smoked like swisher

about
The purp & the codeine
The moral of the story's the money, mane
I ain' trustin' he too deep
So I'm hustlin' with my team
I can't wait 'til I get

they'll get blind by my glow
money everywhere yes I know
no new friend now i know
no want them new lies grow

me nah deal
with nobody cause no body real

the past
I ride by myself put the pedal all way to the floor only way I'ma stop if I crash
I'm married to money I never would go and put a bitch on top

Suffocated by thoughts and regression
With this chip on my shoulder
If I was loaded
Then I know for a fact that it
Wouldn't even hurt to pull it
But if I could

smurda like I'm Bobby
Don't kick it with no lames on, like doin' karate Water drippin' off my wrist and it look like a tsunami
All my friends dead to me

My Story

Z-Ro

Z-Ro vs. the World/King of da Ghetto

2002

Who is my friend who is my foe, I just can't tell no mo'
Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro
It might be somebody from

maybe Benjamin 
Guess if that bitch bring her friends Ima' bring her in 
Intials all on my chain like a letterman 
I got this dope by the load told em'

I can say, there’s a lot on my mind today
Ten hours away on the interstate
Or a red eye flight and a time zone change
I'll be there by the afternoon

You think you're so cool with your money and your fame,
But you don't know how to be a man, you only play the game,
You buy expensive things so you

KitKat 
Fuck with me and you'll get smacked 
I'll pull up on you with that snap back 
Relax I'm just fucking playing 
This not for money or fame 
This for

address it
I think its super iLL the way I be dressing
Common sense says
You common, Senseless
Play counting money
Stacking commas, reckless
You so

make
Shoutout to Kanye, Heartbreak
Start from the bottom like Drake
Imma pull up like Kobe yeah you know me, shot going in, fadeaway
I'm going crazy with

out they name when I said I put his female chick in doggy
Rappers act tough with the drakes get sad and listen to that nigga Aubrey
Cryin in a private

far you got to take risks
That's why I step out with a stick ay
Pulling up to the scene you know who it is
It's me AG I'm riding with the click
By my

revolvers
The problems I solve it With drakes, there's plenty of home
I got a cousin that hate on a nigga with motion
That's sad you be screaming at hoes Pray

Okay, I keep warrant no ID
Got a couple bad bitches by me
You can't be walkin with that
Two lead don't try me
Try lotto my auto cost two million euros

the extra .5 right by the seven that's a big quarter
Counting money quesadillas in my hand it's a big border
You say that you the man but you ain't never did

Never ever making promises
Only to those that I'm honest with
I can't help to feel the way I feel
All I'm thinking is just pen the deal
That's the way

War Money

Swollen Members

Dagger Mouth

2011

insane, Mad Child poisoning my name
My friends are fucking crazy cause my boys all feel the same
But I'm older feeling lazy cause the poison still remains

write your will tonight

Deeper and deeper
In love with you I'm falling
Sweeter and sweeter
Your tender words of love keep calling (Money grew like