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Ain't No Click

Tony Yayo

Hunger for More [Clean]

2004

[Intro - Tony Yayo (Lloyd Banks)]
Yeah Nigga!
We fuckin back! Hunger for More!
Tony's Home!
Yo Banks I told these nigga's man
(Ya'll done fucked

Crime Scene

The Murderers

Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers

2000

It's Murder Inc nigga
With some Dave Bing shit
Stop gettin it fucked up
Yeah

Yo the first dollar for me
I admit it the block did it
Murder came

own time,
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you bleed indeed,

Ummm
This is the last joint
I hope you  all enjoyed yourselves

New destination for jotting these sacred scriptures
Tormented by the ways that I was

my mic as a wand
Snap my fingers and I get a green lawn
Hip-Hop's MJ
Mixed with Lebron
So I'm a say Fuck The World and I'm gone
I gave all my love,

hear stops tickin' as I rip out your spine, you out along with your half ass rhyme,
Battling Ciphah, without protection, yo the only one apon that is my

panties
And tight mini-skirts
Fuck it 'til it hurts, I'm about to snap
So open up your legs and
Let me feel your crack

Twin Gats, plug that puss!
First put

just twitter beef
Still it's peak for this little
Meek in his skinny jeans
Should I snap fingers, end all tweeting
Take off my slipper and
Give parental

wit y'all
It's Murder Inc nigga
With some Dave Bing shit
Stop gettin it fucked up
Yeah

[Dave Bing]
Yo the first dollar for me
I admit it the block did

"Я всё понял!" промоу-а!
Привет, е, е, е! Уоу-у-у-у-у-а
Snap yo' fingers, do yo' step
You can do it all by yourself! 

 Всем привет! Вот и я -

me the wink when I’m deep in
I'm gonna tell her I love her still leaving
Because I got to go
I'm gonna snap on my fingers then I disappear
Only fuck

a cold place
But I'm past warmed up
And now I'm bout to fucking snap
Don't say I ain't warn ya

I said 'Fuck this shit!'
Yo, I need four blunts
I learned

know that both of y'all dying if you smashin
Sorry not sorry them's the rules
Anything I improvise to off you is the tools
Snap your neck like rotted

Listen!
It's about to go down
You know how we do it
Alright
I need y'all to snap your fingers
Yeah!
Uhn! Yeah!
Tryna be pessimistic with this music

ha... bringing the melody back
I get your fingers to snap bobbing your head to the track
And realize it's my time I ain't pretend to be back
Under stand

a lil stress and let the kush come out my breath 


verse 2 

where I'm from smoking by yo self is acting funny 
and shout all my niggas out here getting

snap, they run the beat back
I'm in here twistin' herbs
And offa thrax, you know I be smacked
Cappin' on yo flicks
On Instagram, you need to relax
They

One, two
Snap your fingers
Got you clapping for the real rap singers
Battle Creek town's very own super group
Our sound's known to get around like

One, two
Snap your fingers
Got you clapping for the real rap singers
Battle Creek town's very own super group
Our sound's known to get around like

by Corona, soft like a baby, gotta be 5% or more I get my Hienys daily.
It's madd, big ups to the movement 
No drinking and driving yo lets make

reason like a caucus
The act is
It's just only to distract us
Rapid fire
I can show what the mac does
I snap my fingers
And I'll turn you all to black dust

Listen
It's about to go down
You know how we do it alright
I need y'all to snap your fingers yeah uhn yeah

Tryna be pessimistic with this music in

answers till yo mind get rebooted
Everything changed with a snap of a finger and now I'm holdin back tears same time feeling stupid

I know that ima real

Grade that booty got me dazed
She strong dog, chicana
Got some thick legs and I love 'em
She a hustla
All she gotta do is snap her fingers
I'll do