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move me
All my designer by Louis
Half a M in the suitcase
Cartier got blue face
Check out the jewelry
Aint no cap in my rap
Nigga can't give me no dab

they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit

to worry bout the coming days)
About the coming dayz
(I thought that'd we'd be fine)
Yeah I thought that we'd be fine
(Ohh I didn't know...)
No I didn't know

the door
Like a broken Nintendo
I ain't playing no more
You keep your 3rd Eye closed
But I'm well awoke
By the way that he spoke
I could tell he don't know

lil Chashn, he don't give a damn!
Where PKK with the motherfuckin' hemp?
Call up lil Gucci, if the opps wanna blam
I'm down by the beach 'cause this

on my shit I think  her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht

the booth
I just think bout by my niggas that died in the streets
So I keep me a glock, first reaction is shoot
Pass me a nic while I'm up in this car
Off

at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun

I been taking these drug and been playing wit guns
And lil bro said I'm making him nervous
If I see a opp and that nigga get shot and it come from my

Street, Ben Jury
Shout out to Lamessie and Amanda, from LMAC
Down in Singapore, (Voss!), Yeah, my lil' brother Dano, Dano West, As-salamu alaykum
(Street

profits 
Trigger finger itching cause I know they wanna get me
Niggas tried to rob me but they wasnt fucking wit me 
Its fucked up you gotta live yo life by

you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae could get

hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck

Whatever

Baby Bash

Baby Beesh Presents What's Really! Game One

2000

up the bulk
Like Rob Deniero, Rob Banks
And bang out with the law

[Lac]
Look here I come from the projects
And the ghetto streets
I'm cooking

(Any last words?)
(D-Roc)
Mm, mm-mm-mm, yeah
(Lil Top, huh?)
Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

Mm, look, look

Look, now I don't know 'bout what ya

straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some

Masquerade

M.O.P.

Masquerade

2002

to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still grip arms Brook Norm down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit

to his body, 9 in his head
Transgressions paid in full by blood, Lil Red was dead
Street code is the shit that we live by
Transgressions is something that

girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez

(About a lil thotty)

I've been grinding getting to this money
And I know that these niggas can't fuck with me
I've been kicking back all by my lonely,

on my chain, wrote your name in the street
Free the gang, Deebo Billy, and my cousin Lil G
I'll up on one of you bitches like G (Free G)

Track life

the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my

bring it
Still buy up the bulk
Like Rob Deniero, Rob Banks
And bang out with the law

[Lac]
Look here I come from the projects
And the ghetto streets
I'm

For a dolla' bill people will do anything
They'd rob and steal for a dolla' bill, any will
Let's go sit back and let the beat ride a lil' bit
Let