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Hook
I ain't been around for a minute 
But ill be back in town yea (Said i'll be back in town Bae)

Don't you count me out lil baby 
Said I'ma put it

Gunsmoke
Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty
My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker shorty
Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone
Robinhood, known

Crime Scene

The Murderers

Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers

2000

with it
Nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel the rhyme,

Aye, you don't want none
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them fuck you up
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them tie you up

My niggas will fire you up

my ass and get bank
I had to sell to get Benjamin Franks
I had to rob to get up in the ranks
I had to run a train on a lil skank
I had to sock that boy

how it goes
You know how it goes
Yeah we getting paid
Bad bitches go insane 
Gotta keep the same pace
Gotta make it for the gang 
Reggie Rob I do my

need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You

Hit It Run

Run-D.M.C.

Raising Hell

1986

headed for the top by the rhymes I pop
For every race place color country county or creed
And all of the places that I emceed
Be-boy badness to the highest

bye when Ever
I fly by cuz i i 
No need to reach cuz you'll be Claiming my fault 
Betta watch ya mouth with that jibba jab talk 
Seasoned beef wit sum

Told 'em sit back watch me eat 
Say she 'fuckin 'wit 'da jam 
Young 'niggah hurting low-key we 'fuckin 'witcha on a gram
We 'Goin ham 'gah damn
We

I'm tryna' count up a Bankroll
I'm tryna' count up a Bankroll
A bankroll where it can't fold
A bankroll where it can't fold
Try to rob me boy I can't go

the plan
Dild is irregular, but not when it come to the jam
That's just who I am lil bitch
Shit in my genes no denim
She turned my heart black like venom
War

cause her throat be on deep
He got all designer, I'm taking his wallet
You ain't a gangster lil nigga just stop it
My strap in my hand while your's sits

I'm original I'm original
Head to my toes

Yea
Grew up in New Orleans in apartments
Lost a lot of homies they in a coffin
N****s try to rob me they want

just be geeked up off them rockys
Nigga know I'm slimy, I get evil like akatsuki
Nigga rob lil' brother, get some, get back, but he popped me
Guess what

(What up, Foster?)
Ayy

Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When

Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not

they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit

straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some

kings clashin out
Real royal rumble
Shorty sexy we connecting
I just made her stumble
They hate us cuz we humble
And Rob bring the thunder
Cris'll put ya

And the shops always open
And my pops was the goat man
So that means imma go ham
I'm your plug when the phone jams
The little homies always wanna rob the plug