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Ghetto D

Master P

The Tables Have Turned

1999

and pay the rent 

Professional crackslanger I serve fiends 

I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans 

But nowadays I be too smart for

Ghetto D

Master P

Tight Azz Mixes

1998

and pay the rent 

Professional crackslanger I serve fiends 

I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans 

But nowadays I be too smart for

nigga
I had to use my 6th sense and now I got like six figures
You know I'm in the 1%, I ain't no regular nigga
Negus say they smoking Za but it be

get it
My momma calls me self righteous
If it's clever I'm wit it
Go where ever and kill it
Set up shop when I visit
I fall in love with these beats

the house without that fire by my side
My momma took my first glock 19 gen 5
So I went & grabbed the sig a lil pocket rocket nine

I wonder what's up with my

Why my b**** cheating on me
What the f*** I do to her
I ain't did nothing n****
Why she wanna play with me
My feelings done got involved
Nah

my shit but I really used to adore her
She be in the mix now when she call I just ignore her 
And I’m just glad that I got rid of the feelings I had

it's off with ya brains
I was born by immaculate conception
So my momma give birth to a legend
Now I gotta get a new Smith and Wesson 
Cause I been

fuck wit us
We might end you life if you Na-Na-Na 

I don't swear but i ain't regular 
I don't swear but I ain't regular
Mix the coco in the lean if it

thing
Mix a H with quanna
Take him 1-2 whole days
Molly grits supply the strip
By the triple private planes
Read a book and took a nap
Enjoy

ting by my side who's dead honest
I'm gonna mash this works put your bets on him,
Ten floors up I ain't worried bout no dead comments
No regrets, had

first
When we buried Zipho I questioned god and my knees hurt
Final prayers and hugging your momma told her we need her
You called me a clown so now this

first
When we buried Zipho I questioned god and my knees hurt
Final prayers and hugging your momma told her we need her 
You called me a clown so now this

Drip, Drip, Drip, Im by myself
Fuck the fame I want the wealth
Im still going, And I aint running out
Im in this bitch, Making momma proud

Im running

I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby

for the scandal?
Told my momma I'm gon' shine
Gon' shine!
We ain't gonna hold on
Even if it takes long
you gon' see me grind till my feet can't stand

getting paid
I’m getting up
I’m getting paid (Yea, yea)
Wake up
Get to it
This shit way more than the music
Gotta make sure my momma get through it
Gotta

no scan 
I just be smoking these grams
Gotta be focused on bands

Popping my shit not no tag
Stay in the mix in the back
Gotta reach deep in my bag

I

sweater
I been by my lonely so how I'm applying pressure
I was born to being boujee so being broke I could never
When the lights hit diamonds dancing
Baby I

Money Clip

Action Bronson

Convertibles

2014

told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told

told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told

of the beast, and a beast is what they summoned
A product of my life, no exaggeration
Collecting bags they hating
From Jamaica past Woodhaven
Momma praying on her

Never been on a double date, naw
I wasn't thinking love
These bitches that they can't relate, yeah
I was just thinking money
My momma said don't come back

out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we