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back, bitch, to settle the score
High spec, low tech or low spec, high tech
Mix it up nigga, it's something they won't expect
Scorched Earth torch work

Let's go,
My Balmains, they be hangin' low (Lil Uzi)
That .40 with a .30 on my side, fuck nigga, don't get smoked (baow)
These R&B ass niggas wasn't

these hoes
If she left I let her go
Can't be grieving bout no hoe
Imma lil freaky ass nigga I had to slip that in the mix
One of the best things I'm good

Or better
For this work
Or getting the Tone
Lil bitch like
Henny and dussi
Mix em up
She get mood
aye
Spin they shyt
Aye
She fucked around
And dropped the low

on the road
These straps ain't for show
I'm moving the packs on the low
They gon try n rob
We letting it blow
The boys in the kitchen fosho
They cooking

(lil' nigga got grown money) 
A young nigga poppin' that shit (poppin' that shit)
I be in my own lane (my own lane), I'm stayin' out of the mix (the

(Fizzle, fizz a lot, fizz a lot)
I don't go by no rules
I don't go by no dismissal (yeah)
Yeah, you can get hit with that Draco, yeah
Just send a lil

a grudge
Lil' nigga, the fuck is you worried for?
You wasn't there when I buried her
Get on my nerves, nigga, I might bury ya
That a lil' inch by the barrier

mud[00:26.72]I'm a stud you a bluff[00:27.60]Yeah my blood is too tough[00:28.42]Yeah you played yo lil game[00:29.24]But still I got control[00:30.17]I get faded

lil brother pluggin' D-Low, and C-Note compin' from Pico
Rico, you know Rico, he cuttin' that shit from Nico
He bent on D-Low so he can catch a free

Beat Up

Lil Rob, Bandit, Proper Dos, True Breed, Low Profile Gangsters

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your

Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your

i got the keys yeah you know how it goes
Pull up in 4 by 4 This nigga tryna rob you aint know what i know
Zoo Gvng really dont trust these hoes
Pull

(Cash Money AP)
Coming from the bottom, tryna make it to the fuckin top
Livin by the code I ain't snitching, I can't trust no opp
Money kinda low, so

say they love him
But they really trying to kill him
Cooling with my dawg, low-key
I'm in the mix
We just wanna switch the vibes
Get money, talk shit

a motherfuckin' Rolls Royce
Shawty' goin' fuck on me by choice
Told lil' shawty she moist
Nigga went back and forth just like the koi
Played with ya' bitch like

for you
Be the man by you uh uh
Rob the bank for you
Light like hundred wax for you
Say oh baby
You light up my world and you made me believe say love

deplete it
Imma lay low low low
They say they cannot see em
But they pay no no no
Attention when he greet em
We been stressed out
Flex only when it's needed

The block is hot
Gotta watch out for the ops (Aye)
In and out
Birds coming by the flock (Bliihh)
They setup shop
Just to get a lil guap (Money)
Plot

Beatem to da Floor

Three 6 Mafia

Da Unbreakables

2003

So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece,

Touchdown
Touchdown
Touchdown
Hey!

Get it ride to the sky
Get it ride to the sky
I keep it low, I keep it high
I keep my baby by my side everyday

pray to The Lord cuz He watching on me
Money stay on my mind I be thinking bout cheese
Ima pull up with the bankroll uhh
I stay out the mix nigga lay low

Let's Get It

Diddy

Child of the Ghetto

2001

[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York

[G-Dep]
Really, get

Let's Get It

Diddy

The Saga Continues

2001

[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York

[G-Dep]
Really, get