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that religion wasn't made 
Just to separate the world and create a whole disguise 
Just to keep us in these chains while the rich get richer

War Witcha Homeboy

Young Buck

Case Dismissed

2006

it goes...

[Verse]
Came up (Yuh!), I did my thang
Dis is so real I ain't sayin' no names (Nah!)
Started wit' a dream like Martin Luther King
'Till tha

the cows come
What's on my mind get rich nigga
Come straight up out the abyss niggas
I do this shit like a list nigga
Don't play wit me play with your clit

spin around drop that, get low when i say go
Shot back at the opps 2 times, they cap real life, they hide always lay low
Big sack, stacking pennies

Hey man who let this little ass nigga in the booth man
Thinking he talking big shit on the microphone
Three years old crying on the floor nigga tryna

It's all about the money and the power
And it's Money over bitches I don't give a fuck about her
Do it real big bigger than the damn tower
Big stacks

the ganas don't stop cus I ain't gonna stop, I'ma keep on going

If the price is right on a Friday night, Backwood in the air big blowin
Big bitch so nice

I was born real nigga I aint never been a hater
When I was a jit all I wanted was the paper
Dream of going big cant wait to be major
I was born in

on some chill shit
They pull up like mechanics and drill shit (blrrt)
Double R, the big body, I'm real rich (real rich)
When they thought it was over,

chose the whole 8
Catch a 5 to 10 sellin' 5's and 10's
And the police informer was your childhood friend
In the real world, gotta hustle for your dream

Forever Hustlin'

Ray Luv

Forever Hustlin'

I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the game
Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name
Surrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

On top of the world, me and my clique, ayy
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich, Black

Ahhhhhh


[Hook : Aspika Spoila]

You look like you are in another world
But i can I read your mind
How can you  be so far away lying by my side
You look

(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah

All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm

Yeah I know the struggles real
And you don't always feel
Like you can win this fight
But I'm here to testify
Yeah this is my battle cry
Oh the battle

You Can Have Her

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Return of the Bumpasaurus

1996

real
Now a player I like, but you know I can't stand no snitch
Tryin to front like he rich
Done shot your credit, cause you bought you a new E 
320,

Bread Gang got the shit by the loaf (Boyz)
Nothin' but real niggas, couple hittas and dope boys in this loop (them Loafs)
Pull up, SF90 coupe, I'm

Minute Man

Harlem World

Movement

1999

Uh  uh  uh  yo 
Harlem World gon' make me rich 
Harlem World gon' take your bitch 
Harlem World is the place to be 
This M A Dollar Sign E 

Yo

ran by rich old white men and uncle Toms
The youth may be dumb but the old are corrupt and blinded by religious tradition
Separation was made for

You can free fall from a big ole jet
Land in Vegas strike it rich on roulette 
You can be anything ya wanna be
Buddy Listen to me

If you cherish her

it real, whatever happened that’s the deal
Nobody gon’ be honest with you until you rich
Nobody gon’ be honest with you until you rich
Nobody gon’ be

artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see
The black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram
So she

the cure
Thats how the rich is getting richer
They at war with the poor
Limited resource
Neighborhoods abused by force
Red lining humans dying its histories

take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun

My first album had no
Famous guest