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YES

Fat Joe

Yes

2019

ya man ain't gettin' money like me (no)
Bet your lil' bitch try fuck on me
Whole life on parole, can't talk to felons
Now tell that bitch up in

place
See the police and do not drag race
Bless your body in the soda and I had face
Oh, y'all got bad taste

Money on my damn wrist
I way too on go, I

Richard Mille cost me a Benz
You know we get it poppin' on my end
You see this blue face Richard Mille
See the way these diamonds sittin' off the lens

your head to this
Getting dissed by a celebate
Not by choice but you never get
The one thing you flex anyone can get
Girls only wet when I tell them this

Walk up in the function and you know I brought my blick out
Waiting for the opps outside doing a stake out
Bow Bow Bow
Hollow hit him in his face

Aye aye
RelicRhymes exclusive
Tracksuit
I'm lookin' fly in my tracksuit
Got my Richard Pryor shirt
Look like Seth from Superbad
Pussy boy wanna try

to replace her
Like fuck a paycheck make band in a day 
I got my foot on they neck till it break 
Up in yo crib like OPEN THE SAFE 
By 2020 I'll have me

places
Your lies will expose you and your two faces
Crown jewel, sign of dignity
All natural, like it's meant to be (huh)
Every strand, every curl -

niggas really working hard (Hard)
Fear nobody we'll leave you in the yard
And Dekole he will leave your ass scared (Scared)
Kine pot kote niggas really

too often
Your bitch'd look good in the dark
I would've kicked them up out my apartment (yeah)
We got this shit lit from the start
My cousin call

my sidekick
Spittin' my evilness all up in your face and I hope ya like it
I take the blame only for what I do
If it's true cuz I don't fall for scams,

face when I brought that fur out (yeah)
Ridin' in that yellow thing, look like Bert now
And I'm fuckin' on your bae, yeah, that's how I get my work out

casual
Formally introduced to a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run

the name
Coming through in different lane
Me and you ant the same
People change but we bring the flame
You change your ways I stay the same
Where moving up

good head  
I ain't even gotta ask for it 
Trying to run up in my lane for some clout and the fame guarantee that that's a 
Crash course 
Richard Millie

good head  
I ain't even gotta ask for it 
Trying to run up in my lane for some clout and the fame guarantee that that's a 
Crash course 
Richard Millie

Round Eye Blues

Marah

Kids in Philly

2000

swear
The Japs could kill you best
But late at night I could still hear the cries
Of three black guys I seen take it in the face
I think about them

Lots of people sleeping on me, blocking the road
Judging by your snore PP you look awfully broke
My boy would kick your ass but he's just gone for

Family Matters
Copyright by: MvzikByDMG
Performed by: Haylo Romes
Written by: Richard C Roman

Intro
Alright bout to smoke
Get high into da sky
Ooh

Big Rardi but fit in a small Audi
I slid and put a hole in one like golf by me
I been running with my face half covered
Don't cough by me
Don't walk

Can't Hold It Back

Dred Scott

Breakin' Combs

1994

and you can bet this 

rhyme is great so why are you sweatin this 

micraphone, a kid and a whore as well 

Tell you in your fuckin face to go

The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys

they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking
I'm the type to walk up in your crib and act as if I live there
You won't see me in that bitch unless your

Never

Diamond D

Hatred, Passion & Infidelity

1997

and it would stunt your growth
I used to chip in with the other young folks
Back when it came in little brown envelopes
Remember the day my moms found