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She Wanna Know

Lil' Mo

Joe Budden [Clean]

2003

wiz, my life
Ma we can't go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden (Lil' Mo)]
It's like (I want to know) if my career catches fire

grip my behind
Don't be asking dumb shit
Like is this pussy is mine
Yeah
Look
Daddy put it in slow and baby
Don’t stop
Give dis kitty a taste and baby

SHOWIN OFF THE LAKE VIEW/
LISTEN HERE LIL MAMA IMA REAL ONE/
IMA REAL BOSS I AINT EVER FEAR NONE/
HE A YOUNG BOY, BUT GET MONEY LIKE AN OLD DUDE/
BABYGIRL

niggas listen to my words and misconstrue the message
If you ain't about that murder game then bitch nigga stop flexin
I feel like they want me to kill em

the same no I'll never change for the strips
Taking to bosses I'm managin'
Look at all this fucking money I'm handlin'
Tell that lil' hoe to shut up she be

A promise to protect that's all that I was keeping up
Hitta to my left but Rob still look real pretty though
Creative gang banging get discolored if you fuck

Like damn Like damn
Like damn Like damn

I can't hit my lil dance cause this .40 in my pants
And I might just smoke your man
Fuck 'round rob him for some

That nigga say he gon kill me when I pulled up we called his cap
You better listen when we creep or your lil dumbass getting jacked
These bitch ass

a sword then ima rob her
Sauce
VVS in my mouf
Yeah a young nigga got sauce
Diamonds on my wrist wet like voss
I see lil shawty yea she got sauce
Tell that

till the funds is up
Don’t call me a hustler
Yeah baby imma GO GETTA
(Aye)
Baby drop it
Shakin all that ass don’t you stop it
listen to my music
Think i

shit alone
You skinny jean wearing
Hot dog water smelling
Samenamanagi
Yamenamanagi (Lil Uzi ass niggas)
I can't listen to that shit
Matter fact
Lemme

Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ha
You know I think
You know I think this is the realest shit I ever wrote you know
Listen
Listen, look
Uh
I'm tired of seeing all our

the loudest
See that's your conscious, it got you cautious
But if you listen to your spirit you'll be flawless
That's just the chorus, you're gorgeous, YOU'RE

Snoop World

Master P

The Game Is to Be Sold Not to Be Told

1998

a soldier to be inlisted
Listen, I'm gonna take your mind, your body and your soul
On a whole lil' trip just don't loose your grip
Wait a second (Wait

stop it
You ain’t competition
Look every time that I talk
They gon listen
Look every time that I walk through
It’s tension
Bitches is mad
Cause they know

I just ain't wanna stop talkin', man, I don't know why
Man, I wanna act stupid 'round this bitch or somethin', man
(Evidently, I been shoppin' with

bitch stop breathin
I call up the deadman but don't do no grievin'
Been puttin' in work, I got dreams to achieve man
Ask that lil' bitch, say I'm an evil

your glock at
She pop that when the game stop I don't share
But I'm still looking where the stocks at
No Robinhood they rob the hood we robbin in

I'ma set the bar
Step down, yeah you know who you are   
Don't let that person tell you that you'll lose
They're the ones that need to move

Ok listen

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Wheels look like the kush kingdom we ruled
All black nigga

"So hold your head up, girl and you'll go far
Listen to me when I say"

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right

a writer that look like he's home alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
This has got to stop -- your whole spot
Is blown sky high, battle why

look like that? 
Damn, you really left me shook like that
Like really, how the hell you look like that
Wait, lemme stop, watch, you gonna tell the cops

know that she mixxy (yeah, know that she mixxy)
Look, and whatever I tell that lil' ho she believe it like Ripley's (let's go) 
Tryna stop me when they