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Yea Yea
It's yo boy ZR
It's Sleep
Every since I got your number, I been calling
You been fifty fifty I've been all in
Tryna go from the bro

will make your head hurt if it's one that's hollow
Well-read like novels written by K'wan Foye
Haters wanna hit but their making the wrong ploy
I be

They picked a side, now they like, Valleyfort, can we hang
I don't mean to be rude, I'ma just stay in my lane
I'm on it too, real food forever, gon' rep

New York has fucking sewer rats
Sometimes abstract like an act by Confuse a Cat
But always explosive cutting wires
Can't diffuse a rap
BOMBS!
I drop

to that/
Manifestation rap/
The infiltration from the station got us pacing back/
I stay in tact like a poster/
Posted in the crib, hopeful. Watching 50 Cent

innocent
new rap ho, not 50 cent tho

innocent
new rap hope, not 50 cent tho

rich or Die trying he was discussing it
He ain't have 50 Cent but he had a fucking vest
We not suppose to question God then who we question God
All

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands

What's the bombaglats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys and rude girls,
Jamaican mobsters, I shot the sheriff, smoking bob marley, all

they represent
This a heads up, you're funniest friend needs to vent
Get rich or die trying
I'd still give you my last 50 cent
To be Superman
You also

And for goin' to the store, fifty cents
An' playin' with little brother while you went shoppin', twenty-five cents.

Takin' out the trash, one dollar

50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit

Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas

the stove watch it boil away
50 or mo' river to a lake
Playin my shoes baby not okay
Not in the mood I rather walk away
Not even rude I tell what I think

Oh Lord, have mercy, mercy, mercy
Rude gyal like to party, party, party
Dem all of dem sexy, sexy, sexy
Watch them just to follow me, follow me,

done know)
Shit I got you, just stand behind me, so nobody talk to you
I talked to my home boy, and then real quick
We kicked in the front door,

Times in vegas i feel like im stunna
You fail in real life and the streets boy i swear you a flunky

Bullets with angels i swear you get heaven sent
You

Blood filled swimming pools waiting for the fool
Every red cent that he spent need to be paid
Fuck around and get beheaded if he do not behave
See he

Imma real nigga keep it true I can't go out sad
I be on the east politicing its about that bag
Lookin at this cute red bone wit the fattest ass
And I

If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All

Dead Presidents

Master P

Legal Dope

1995

California where us youngstas slang that cocaine 

and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up 

to tens  twenties  fifties  and hundreds

Roots in Stereo

P.O.D.

Testify

2006

Stereo
So rep the streets you ride on.
Chant them down with that rude boy sound,
And watch the whole world lie down.
We generals in the streets they

an eagle
Throwin' bullets before Donovan
I had real white boys on Smack before Solomon
I was sendin' Hollows through
Glass before Jonathan
Now if you so

Hurt

Busta Rhymes

T.I. vs T.I.P. [Clean]

2007

And I don't miss cause I'm focused

[Bridge x2]

[Chorus]

Boy you might talk loud act real
But they don't really want this here
P**** n*****