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rig keep on fogging
This shit got me out my mind
I think I'm gone go jogging
They say that I am big shit
I'm the reason toilets keep on clogging
If I

Bow mover
Route shooter 
Big Spizzy
Flight Milage
I Jus Hit my 5th City
3 Commas
7 Digits
Big Millies
Left lane
Gear shift
Get wit me 
Gettn Jiggy

Man, starting five when it's game time
Talking drugs on my main line
That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you
Ain't have a clue that I was

Street Life

Daz

Greedy

2001

called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so

Suburbian Nightmare

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Whoomp! Here It Is: Hip-Hop Hits

2003

nightmare

I may not look like Beaver, but you don't either
I bought a big house for the breather
Even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy
And all the rich

ain't get back
Man, I know you big mad, cause I spit them big facts
Only on my shit, yeah, only chasing big stacks
Leave a dummy brainless, no remorse,

know I'm rich, my bag up high
All this water drippin', see this glass, oh my
Know it might look temptin', but look past me, bye
'Cause you try to rob

Wraith with a V-12 engine
I'ma hit that gas, I'ma swerve right pass
Young rich nigga, I don't take no shit
I'll beat a nigga ass 'cause I ain't no bitch

got the time to smoke this, hold this
Yo G, roll by in a blacked out TT, Megaman carry two gats easy
Seeing stars, and a mister wanna jack me
Jack me

Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA

A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang

Trouble

Royce da 5'9"

Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions, Pt. 1

2003

(uh-huh) when you rush my flows
I got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows
What you never heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state
(where

smokin on some 3-1-0 number
Rich shit a bunch of niggas
And some foreign wheeler
Obviously, we not your average
Or your normal niggas mention Texas

Get Em Up

Ice Cube

Bunkka

2002

like bitches like you
Five Two, wearin' light blue
The freak get high too
With a fly do
Not a Erykah Badu 
That's lookin' for an "I Do."
Now what

Right Here, Right Now

Ice Cube

Blade II

2002

that
I don't play that

I like bitches like you
5'2", wearing light blue
The freak get high too
With a fly dude
Not a Erika Badu
That's looking

bitch got me dry, dry
But it's COVID-19, no high five (nope)
I'm the best who ever did it and he got away with it
I win like it ain't no tie, tie, ooh

I've been vibing all day
Getting high sipping on Bombay
By the bay with your bae while she giving me top
Nothings for free
What'd I say
It's still

by imperials
Tour U.S., U.K., back to Tokyo
Amsterdam, rollin’ like hamster
Damn, oh there he go
I wanna be on and off the map
Where Perry go
Palè

rich without
The trapping route
Working 9 to 5 ain't cutting it
Man with a plan and I'm trusting it
Cant say you the best but you ain't
Showing
Ugh
I

instrumental by: G.U.S. - “Protocol”
written by: R.PsYCh WiTtiD 

HOOK
WE WAS LAYIN LOW
NOW WE FLYIN HIGH
ELEVATED 
LIKE AN AIRCRAFT
WHEN ITS IN THE SKY

STEALTH

nigga
Come and see the chef
We ain't playing by the rules
Put the toolie on the refs
Snort a foul line, nigga
Been high 'bout an hour now
When I get

Have My Cheese

Money Mark

Thugs Are Us

2001

(J.V.)
The game done switched
Niggas who was po' got rich
Niggas who was real turned snitched
Ain't that a bitch?
That's why I get mine on the low

accounts offering get-rich-quick schemes
It's easy money, it almost sounds too good to be true

Insert card, I'm online (gwalla)
Sufficient funds in

thought you knew the lyrics by now
Motherfucker so high in the clouds
Coming down right before the angel's sound
Is a little to loud for me now
Cuz I ain't

a big fat steak, niggas finna throw down
I'm fine i'm fine you ain't really gotta
Worry bout the kid
And all my money legal as shit
So I ain't really