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niggas in the house
Dana, Kim Harry, Big T, Vito, Big Harry

DMZ, Too Low, Lil' J, Total Destruction
RCU, and my nigga favorite, Mr. Payday
Big Daddy, you

time
All this work i put in took a life time
Blood sweat and tears
Days, months and years
Ain't shit I fear
Work got me here
If you looking for some work

the cash, call me Mr. Krabs
I used to crash, but that was my past
I got the dope its locked up in the stash
Bad lil bitch and she do what I ask
Uh, All new

aint safe, where I feel complete
Yea
They aint think I make it
They in disbelief
Now she wanna love me nah-na-nana

Spanish bitches fuckin leaving by

rabies spitting ass lil hit fixers with your whips tinted  
I catch you slipping for a minute 
Then I'm bleeding all your business for it's printed 
Till

now I can sit in my chair, watch the bank expand
He tryna move like me, somebody's gotta tell him that he's not that man
Confidence up by three, somehow

line, tell me about a stain
Fake cook, lil boss, he was left in that rain
By the end of this summer, y'all gon' know my name
Mr. Get em gone, get a nigga

Mad bout a bitch but I alrey told yo
These bitches on go and you already know tho
Probably got attached by the head an lil deep throat
Fuck it send

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It's a quarter to 3
And I'm about to go
Ey Mr. DJ please, would you throw my record on
Cuz the girl on the flo's lookin right (right),
and you've been

on my jersey no skates
I paid my dues
I'm still paying em too
You lil shooters really couldn't put a foot in my shoes
They say the hustle must continue

Shit it aint nun else to do
I leave the games to the casinos hoe don’t play with my loot
We in the wild wild west you can’t step in my boots
Who said

throw ten)
We're stuck where we are (If you, throw five, then I throw ten)
(Grah, grah, boom) Like a lemon, I stay with a lime
Walk in the spot with my

lil nigga don't test it

Three models, one night, that's a good session
This that hustle music, make a nigga wanna get it in
Tryna do it big like jfk,

Three eighths in the whip, you tryna score, yellin' "Kobe"
Pass the bag to bro, he go Ginobili off the Tony
Delicious pasta Rigatoni, I got sick

Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note

*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*

No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you

"Kazoom"
I'm hop in that Lamb, in the foreign, pfft
Ew, light it then smoke out the room
You beefin' with me then you gon'
Meet your doom lil nigga
Don't

wash every single he placed in the washer
Can't come in paint you should know imma blocker
I'm sending it straight down Davey lil locker
Need all these

aint bout to make it hot
So I roll and I creep

Watch em gain a lil
Speed

Anybody you gon meet
Just spitting facts when he speak

When it come

earthquake
Rattling your incisors

Ya teeth geek
Soul food
I'll give you a beat to eat
I'm looney tuning in right now
Uhhh
Bleep bleep
That's all folks

sleepin
Heat runs in me

I seem dumb in be
Ginning skum i seem to be
Cunts mislead-ed by what they see in me

Huns see the D
Runts see the freak
Some just

what’s the next thing?
Boss up, so you gotta stay sucker free
I thank God for his mercies and blessings
Daydreamed in my head bout better days
Cause every

out the soul out the frame
You just tell the world I got game
Keep your mouth closed, you my last in the game
Show love forever maintained
Free my nigga

scrubbing against the floor now whoodie. 
You can tell I got the sauce lil whoodie.
I dip it dip it.
Ima chemist with it. 
In the kitchen switching dishes.

in a haze
Livin' the same phase in my old ways
I'm 'tryna get a motherfuckin' raise
I go out so far when I stargaze
What you mean? I'm a dream
Pull up