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be tweakin' when I get with you
We all know you ain't cappin'
I don't give no fuck, lil' nigga, I'm ski
You ain't gotta get in this car with me
Bitch,

Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la

been stacking that bread up aint no time to be making that minimum wage
Lil CJ been ready to blow he ready go like a tiger that's stuck in a cage
I keep

here I is
With the re-mix (I just wanna be with you)

(Remix, remix, remix)

Now listen I been single for a while now
And I been kinda lonely
Been

Man I been hustling and I been struggling
But I swear to god that shit is so humbling
I don’t depend on no help from the government
They let they

the ones that dog them
I don't know why you ride with niggas you should rob them
I don't know why they think we cool its fuck all them
I don't know how no

I'm pulling these hoes on a paper tolls
Or a add by the woods take her to the Mo'
Lil B got slow weed you could blow
Twenty yeah on my wrist and
It's

a kick back
They make a fuck nigga get back
Rob his ass he ain't getting his shit back
Louis, Amiri I mix match
If I like your chain it can get snatched
We

grimy
Cut the one bitch off she kept crying she was a little winey
Before you try to rob me stupid bitch better think wisely
Lil bro don't go to school

Damn girl come here clutch my fucking pipe uh uh on gang
You a silly thot I just want yo lil mouth uh uh on gang
If you really want these diamonds

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, no, I put it

Hell on Earth (Front Lines) [DVD]

Mobb Deep

Life of the Infamous: The Videos

2006

radiation
With no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click airtight
Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes

Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

Mobb Deep

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits [Clean]

1997

no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right, my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose

lyrics dirty
But my record is clean all my records is me
I'm flexing I'm flexing
Know lil nigga I'm flexing
You prolly warn rob me
Know now this ain't no

one, no, that is not for me
Time is money, waste my time, I'll rob your pockets clean
Lil boys be mad over money, hoes, then call it beef
In my circle,

high
Mix the lean with the xans
She my lil lady, she my baby (she my baby)
Her love and shit got me going crazy
(Going crazy)
I been super tired
I just

Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right

Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right

Dead Presidents

Yo Gotti

Rather You Than Me

2017

front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat

depend on shit
Hit a move with a nigga he gon tell like shit 
Woah that shit dont make no sense
I cant go so I stay tight like skinny jeans when you pick

Steady on pace, that's no lie,  he ain't one of dem, make room when he come by
Always on point like bullseye, ten toes down to the code that I die by

trying bring up that boy, I don't know no foolio

Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run

You do it big I do it bigger
I'mma pipe your ass down
I'mma young rich nigga
I be blowing by the pound
My eyes I can barely lift 'em
I ain't nothing

don't do no captain
What if I told you somethin like this was bout to happen

You finna become a quadpelgic and depend on everybody
For everything but I