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Hustlin'

Master P

Trapped In Crime

2000

I'm commin' from 
'Cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done 
Commin' up in dem streets ain't no easy task 
Only a nigga with nuts

put a lot in her throat
We goin' so hard, go the streets in a choke
I been stayin' on my grind, fuck these hoes
These niggas is pussy, we know it for

Rage
Yeah im leavin the place
I can't breath in the cage

Skinny und Ruff auf dem Beat
Schreibe den Part für die Streets
Rolle entspannt mit dem Team
Aus

on bourbon street 
It'll be worth it as soon as these girls start twerking (Work)
This pair is thick, and they even cursing in they native tougue arabic

on repeat,
In the box gotta roll with the heat,
It’s always been cold in these streets, 
She sing my name, 
(It’s ThaRuler baby),
Shoutout my shooter baby,

the truth
But it's just covered by your lies
Streets gettin' wider
I don't wanna hear it, baby, please
Speak quieter
He think that he gang, he ain't gang

my head low
I don't drink im getting high was barely getting by
Tell'em all this new shit finna pop my old shit still a vibe
Killer in the streets, he

where you pumpin
Its some westside niggas that dont go east
And its some eastside niggas that dont fuck with these streets
205 bitch

I be in that red

you later
No relation with these cats who unrelated
No debating, I'm just here to live my life so elevated
All in all I get my magic from my haters
All

Living life I'll be

Still me, same jeans

Late night in the streets

We don't eat, don't sleep

One day I'll be

Everything I dream

Wake up

along
Find a way until I carry on
I'm at the concrete jungle in the amazon
[Chorus: ]
Michele, my belle
These are words that goes together well

[Verse 3:

(Reuel Stop Playing with these niggas)
The money don't break or shake it bands
Got these bitches dancin', watch me pull up in a Benz
Took her out

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Deeper Than Rap [Deluxe Edition CD/DVD]

2009

I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in

me well
In the streets they know how I act

Gun on da hip to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip, to pull it out

night I go to to sleep I pray that I wake up to see a new morning
They wanting my head in the street over shit that I don't even think is important
Shorty

Are the wonders of these worlds? Are
The wonder? Strutting my feet
I've been walking in the same way as I did
I've been walking in the same way as I

PTSD
Smoking weed
We couldn't sleep 
Facing reality 
And still fight in our dreams 
We was in the streets 
Haunted by our memories 
Need some one

on the gas
Take off like DAYTONA 
Smoke by my lonely
Im a real stoner
Fuckin in up 
Im the best thought i told ya
Stay out them streets 
Cuz i might run you

Fighting all these demons got me feeling like I'm falling
All these drugs in my body got me nauseous
If you running in them streets you better move

Stocks in tesla them bitches worth more than 3 pair of guiseppes
These niggas talk behind them phones but they wont never get at me
Yea yall post up in

do ah drive by
I'ma see you inside
If I ever pop ah jigga then you know I'ma tweak
We can go toe to toe in the middle of the street
And we already know

streets ain't the same all the real ones gone
That's why I'm breaking down my life and put it in these songs
I run my bag up I ain't Chillen I can't stay

the forty crossed his head, I'm takin' errythang
Jewelry in that murse, full of bands and some Mary Jane
Virgin to these streets, so I had to pop that

feel it every time
When I come by you
(When I come by you)
I been seeing these visions
(Visions)
Feeling deja vu
(Feeling deja vu)
I can feel it every