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on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout

What happened to the women's
Who be jaw jackin'?
Paper stackin' is accomplished by
Putting out bomb shit on top of our game is
Where we stay forever

around town these niggas tryna rob me
(facts) shooters 'round me, nigga
You cannot harm me (shooters)
Cameras in the house and that shit alarmin'
(cameras)

or somethin'
(Gotta be jealous or somethin')
I poured a four in my lemonade
Don't get me kiddin', man, this shit mud
(This shit mud)
Live by the gun, you die by

Hey, what's up
It's the homey Lil' Rob
Back to clear some shit up, you know
People be stealing my shit
And making money off it
And you know who you

Hey, what's up
It's the homey Lil' Rob
Back to clear some shit up, you know
People be stealing my shit
And making money off it
And you know who you

to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were

can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass

(Damn JK Hol' On)
Hollow tips in that baby drac nigga, Make yo ass do a backflip
Rob yo ass wit' that mask off nigga, you know this ain't no Catfish

he kick shit like-
Damn
I'm not even gon say that lil' shit
Cause it's just gon' sound a lil' corny
I'm with your bitch, you know she horny
She

Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we gone raise his son
Wish i was there im

a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug

shootin' dice
Break my cipha, I'll make it at you, slice you
Knife you, stab you, shank you, splat ya

Too many rappers is jealous, who be gassin'

jealous us cause they dont want to see you be my baby
It could be just you and me your the only one i want to see my baby i swear you drive me crazy
Now

profits 
Trigger finger itching cause I know they wanna get me
Niggas tried to rob me but they wasnt fucking wit me 
Its fucked up you gotta live yo life by

with me

[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

Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My

The Militia

Gang Starr

Belly

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

I'm a loser like that boy that don't win
Seem to me life ain't nothing but sin
Gotta rob still and kill to survive
That's why I'm wondering why I'm

got some racks
Ain’t nothing funny I feel like the man
Why would I be jealous if I got a bag
I told all my lil niggas that I got they back
Spending so

Yeah, it’s juke, deuce ace
Gang
Yeah, yeah, aye
Bitch I’m a dog just like look at my face
This all designer that’s hugging my waist
Lil bitch can’t

Yeah, it’s juke, deuce ace
Gang
Yeah, yeah, aye

Bitch I’m a dog just like look at my face
This all designer that’s hugging my waist
Lil bitch can’t

bitches around me wanna bite, wanna bite
All the competition wanna fight, wanna fight
All the competition wanna fight, wanna fight
They be acting jealous

to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Mad