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Megamix [Radio Version]

Boney M.

Greatest Hits of All Times

1989

Sunny
Thank you for the sunshine ok
Sunny
Thank you for the love you brought my way
You gave to me your all in all
And now I feel 10 feet tall
Sunny

when it's sunny

I can tell by ya post girl
He don't really treat you like he should girl
You don't really smile how you post to
Slide me the addy baby

High Speed

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

Then they wonder why niggas die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?
More tricks for the crime rate,

Get Money

Rick Ross

Fully Loaded

2018

winning, now you niggas look crummy
Ask me where I been? Nigga I been getting money
Walkin' through the storm, I knew my days would get sunny
If I don't

Feels Good

Royce da 5'9"

Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions, Pt. 1

2003

for the hood
Put yo guns in yo stash, you don't need 'em today
Put the ice grills up, you don't need 'em today
All you need is icey rims, the games

'bout no recession
Still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge game him 20 years straight, it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
'Cah lil' bro

Gang Boy let Me explain
The day started sunny, then I came with money, because of my hunnid it started to rain
The hunz in my way they be looking so hot

you can't give up, you done
gat a lot of fans
In and out of jail, had to reroute, found a better plan Put my heart and soul into my music with this mic

I'm smokin' bud in the back
I waitin' for niggas to trip 'cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, where love, niggas?
I'm

don't die
They gone put me in jail

White voice, phone calls and handshakes
Just because some people intimidated by blackface
Not paint the melanin I'm

worthless but he had a purpose for my life
Had to put it in check can't be pimped by my flesh
A living soul breathed by God more than a mere breath
See

but don't know what I know
In a place where it's always Sunny, She with Sunny
Can't stay with me, no no
I Hope that's understood cause I can't trust

call shots homie and I
Don’t even run the hood
Think I was put on, I ain’t even from no hood
Gangbanger don’t bang
My gun do the same thing
Look good in

you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison

I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me

How
Can you
Judge me by my past
I go talk to god cuz I know
He won't put me last
And I been through
Some shit thinkin bout
This pain to make me sad

that you feeling me nigga
We got the tools and we’ll really put a drill in you niggas
We just some youngings out that mtown
Tryna make some fucking M’s

Money money, I hear em talking money
Let's put some back, everyday won't be sunny
Independence I do declare
Go to the strip club, throw it in the air

(No way, Hozay)

Yeah, oh these real VV's
Percocets put my mind at ease
Got opps in jail, can't wait 'til they free
Masked up, can't see me like Cena

then she want me now I gotta salt it
Cause she's seen on Quevo first up in a Aston Martin
Hurricane wrist watch young Quevo break the pot
In the vila

and never left a tail
So I'll relate the family's fate since dad got put in jail

So stir the wallaby stew
Make soup of the kangaroo tail
I'll tell you things

Let's go.

We hustle in a lil old apartment, with all the windows blacked out
I'd put it on the 'hood if you cost me
I'm a have to pull the straps

until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there

shines so sincere
Sunny one so true, I love you

Freeze, I’m Ma Baker!
Put your hands in the air
Give me all your money

She’s crazy like a fool
Wild about

than Satan embag me
Get serious I gladly involve your moms
Al Qaeda, Jada, I'm only involved with bombs, uh
Put my life on it
Soon as you sit it in