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bout it checked up he just hating
Nike on me now
I just do it betta watch out
I turn this bitch to space jam
And shoot the fucking lights out
Dunkin

of my lil' jam, what this shit mean

Later, I'ma go call the three
Knock on his head like we makin' the beat
Give him some more, tell him stay in his lane

Make a promise it barley get kept
How many niggas gone ride when it's time to ride let's keep a bill
Since you been gone I been getttin lil faded

Ton' (and if the beat live you know Lil' Ju made it)
Yeah

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm going back and forth is for

Tony
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) yeah
Yeah

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm goin' back and forth is

Mr. Pitiful

Big Daddy Kane

Taste of Chocolate

1990

Droppin' jams that slammed on every radio program
And bam, got damn, look where I am
The first album, long live the kane, it sold
About umm aww fukkit it

Big Shit Talker 4

Nigga thought that he was gonna rob 4
Got whacked in the process
Fully automatic, might catch fed time
Get caught with this uh, 4

the strap walk strap walk
Off the whole 32 bitch I ain't playin
Offered a perc and that bitch did a dance
Off that lil hoe nah lil bitch you ain't stayin
Off

You take a Perc' and I take two, I be high
Hey (I be high, hey)
Shake time, lil' nigga, well, by now
I don't even like weight (Well, by now)
I ain't

and had the mask I was in that ass
That circle show no mercy when it come around and give it back 
Go rob him for that cash I was down up on my last 
Like

2-0-2-1, Lost lil Quin, swear it stopped my livin', swear it  stopped my livin
Won't say a thang
They get in the jam and then them niggas change,

two chains man come rob me

I thought I told u ima force to be wrecking wit
Momma raised a nigga well but I'm her worst kid
Chilli loco got smacked up

in the dirt
Got dhett shit up for the low, try to rob me, you get murked
Glock stay attached just like, it's a perk
I ain't playin' with dem lil' boys,

move me
All my designer by Louis
Half a M in the suitcase
Cartier got blue face
Check out the jewelry
Aint no cap in my rap
Nigga can't give me no dab

Chicanas, Lil' Rob estoy mejito
Thumping the oldies
It's me Lil' Rob, and the Brown Crowd homies
Turn up the volume, yah Natural High
I smile for my friends

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, feel

even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'

in that jam, Swear to God I ain't fold

I ain't running my mouth can't do me like Gunna
If he say that's it's up, Swear to God he going under
Hit

yeah i'm like that
I say i'm walking on these tracks yeah i'm like that
Pulling up by the store, just to get some gas
I see lil shawty walking in

to the code
Lil bro get the Strap
And then make it go Blat
Cuz we fleeing the scene and then back on the road
Back on the road to go get a millie
Bad ass with

Just bought a new Lamb'
The blick it won't jam
Whole lot of new money, this shit ain't no scam
Came up from my gram
I'm serving them yams

keep a Glocky and you know it got a red dot
Homeboy caught a case lil' homie on the lam
I carry a revolver 'cause them pistols never jam
Cocaine by

The Militia

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth

1998

City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for