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I dropped out of school
I'm hands-on, a real lesson
I still got something to prove

OT, they know EST preceded by my work
I get paid to rap a beat

fans
I own everything that I do 
I am the lord champ
I'm 50% of RS and I could never put that in your hands
Got the pack in the back of the ac
Stacking,

on your bitch I spent more on my chain
Turn my back when she fall cause I don't want to catch her
Put money on his head so he don't see a stretcher
Niggas

, and as far the stizzle
I'll eat your ass up show
You how a bullet fizzle
Get your ass touched one hand on your whizzle
The other on the clutch, my middle

now!||Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump!|Put your hands in the air|Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump!|Right, hands in the air, man|Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump!|Let's

all my work (all my work)
They'd put your motherfuckin' brains on the curb (on the curb)
I ain't do it personally, but this shit still my word (yeah)

Nothing 2 Lose

Field Mob

From tha Roota to tha Toota

2002

[Chorus]
I'm ready to flee to a better place
Go West, South, and East, whatever the way
Let's make a move, hurry up lets go now
You got

bad by myself and with my niggas riding with me yeah
Shawty you a first captain and I bet you pick me yeah
We know this been tricky yeah

Pickin' you up

on the head
Nigga dead in dirt, boy get murk
Put his face on the shirt
lil one crying everyday they hurt
Owww
He gonna be missed now
Like Maceo said, A bitch go

we both fucked up, don't want To hear your voice or see yo face I Swear you bad luck yea
Now we both fucked up the time I Put in it is gone It don't

Hook :

I just took that girl by surprise
Them other bitches
They ain’t got ya vibe I can’t lie
They wanna put you down
When they know you going high

Yeah

Yo what's up
Yeah how you doing
It's mister well
I tell you what
Yeah
Yo (Go ahead man)

There's no fuckin' stopping this
Mr. Rockadopolis

I just pray it goes away
And I'm shooting like I'm kobe bet that man gon fade away
Twenty three up in my gun bet I'm shooting michael j
Call lil spazz

came through
(Ha)
Impossible to break like bamboo
(What?)
In your bitch pouch like a kangaroo
(Yeah)
Lil nigga get wack get your racks up
Yeah you think

where your man ?
I can change your life, babygirl, I got these bands
I don't throw no hands, G-Lock to your head
I just up that stick, he gon' need

perpetual
Never ceasing
What's the reason
Niggas salty
They use too much seasoning
4 Seasons
1 Year
To infinity Mr. Lightyear
I'm buzzing off beer
Beam me up

get up (My leg, my leg)
Everything that I got, I earned
I put on, niggas know they heard
Juju started being bird (Juju, Ju)
Nigga ditchin spit in your

again
Went up the hill and ran out of gas by the Mexican (damn)
I mobbed back to the house, we wasn't the only ones sittin' there with our headlights

of your hands
I got a rubber inside of my pocket for when you gone go and do a lil dance
If you be wondering when is the time to make profit I'm telling you

you shopping
Let you throw it in the bag
Big Spender
Big spendin nig**
Put it on my tab
That shit on me
I was hurting
Money sealed up the scab
Down

under
Bad lil bitch tryna steal my thunder
Ringer he is, POW POW, revolver
Seven, with one in the chamber
Holler

Pick up the phone
Pick up the pace
Pass

Yeah Timeline Made This Beat Bitch
All bark no bite that shit amaze me
Fake people all around they be fugazi
Tryna get my bands up hold on put your

of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand 
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even

eat it is a blessing on her knees i'm like father christ
Put your lighters up
VA, Put your lighters up
LA, Put ya lighters up
Philadelphia, Keep putting