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I'm playin'? No, I'm not
Niggas playin', gettin' shot the block dead
But I'm still gettin' money from a rockhead
These petty niggas makin' crumbs
That

yourself maybe you'll pop
Ha, but maybe not
If you give me a beat I'mma crush it, I'm makin' it very hot
Hit him up in his stomach, I'm makin' his cherry pop

when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo)
Workin' on my game 'cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit
Up

Endalay

Busta Rhymes

Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories

2002

somethin'
Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
Every time we bring you niggas to say
We dare y'all to say somethin'

You can sit and watch and gamble around

my sword get to swingin', Uh
(The way my sword get to swingin')

I was wanted, one time
My whole team hear war crys (Crys)
The more eyes that rise up

Filo
Ice on my wrist, Imma let it shine
All the diamonds finna make you blind
I got a baddie right by my side
I'm finna blow up, it's my time
It's my

I missed bein' by myself

I am so impulsive to a fault
I want the opposite of what I got
The second I get bored, I switch it up
Makin' bad

my task is just to get up
In her like I was a surgeon!
I'm a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset
My dirty skin gets cleansed
By the summer sweat

be focused on makin my dough (makin' my dough)
So I never got time for a hoe (time for a hoe)
So I never got time for a hoe yeah
Aye
And she want me

crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they

FRIENDS

Jay-Z

Everything Is Love

2018

after halftime
I'm pullin' up on my dog, make sure he okay, I don't even have time
He copped me a Porsche with butterscotch seats
This 'fore they had

Hit U Up

The Hot Boys

Lights Out [Clean]

2000

yourself by yourself 
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health 
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck 
My life is four

in my drawls 
She hate when I'm declining 
Ain't picking up her calls 
But I'm on the grind 
I Don't got the time to talk
She so boujie 
Like the girls

(It's almost time, man)

Lead the charge and they couldn't take it
Kinda flagrant, night-bomb me
I'm on Collins and I'm palmin' paper
740 big

Rumble In The Jungle

Fugees

Hip Hop, Vol. 2: The Collection

2004

(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch

Just Another Case

Slick Rick

The Ruler Returns

2007

girl, just say what (Say what!), I'm a dreamer 

Called up CRU 

Yo, they probably in the studio 

Phil Collins in the background 

(Su-Su-Sudio)

be there to hold you when no one's by your side
Imma' be all that you need, baby
I'll hit that spot, make you scream "baby"
Pillows get crushed by your

where you see ya self
Imma say to be honest like for real imma tell you the truth
Makin some music wit people i look up to
Tryna be richer than rich need

can't afford to look back on some s*** that ain't worth it/ I'm up 4 a.m. that's ambition/ with ample time to amplify my ammunition/ so f*** these critics

I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men

No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night

Don't get

my number one girl
Always makin time for you
I'ma tell you one time
(girl I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(girl I love, girl I love

kindness
Every time when they pull up we skatter it don’t even matter you getting no data you getting no info
If you killing my kinfolk we don’t put up with

the car by the side, yeah
Boot up on X all night, yeah
Livin' however I like, yeah
I'm livin' this shit in my life, yeah
We makin' a movie like Spike,

The Runway

The Grass Roots

All Time Greatest Hits

1996

Checkin' out of here in the mornin'
Even that will be too much time
I'm gonna get up on a big white bird
Waitin' after you with a line

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