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head lil nigga kept getting in trouble
I been down for so long I can't wait till I bubble
I was skipping school just a thug in the streets
Hard body I

did my wrongs but I could be your Mr. Right (right)

It ain’t the end of the world or the end of ya life

I just wanna see you smile by the end

I told my lil nigga, I can't rap without my strap
Rookie nigga left your tracks, we gon' trace you ass right back
With my bitch a brand new Mac,

race, it's Apocalypto
The industry's a target, I suggest these labels get low
On top of that, this track is cracked like burnt brillo (damn)
Consider me

therapy bad
These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie's terribly cast
I'm finna kill it
Compare this track to a strap and a mask

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

Fastlane, Pt. 1

2002

distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'

Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking:
Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets nigga
My nigga streets telling me he need me

just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that

Guess Who's Back

Scarface

Mixtape Gods, Vol. 4

2002

distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'

a brick and buy a flip phone
(For sure) i wake up and brush my teeth
(For sure) 
Grab my Glock and put my wrist on (Let's go)
Can't forget that Cuban
Make

pitch black
Long dick nigga, put it damn near where her ribs at
Paranoid as fuck because I really fucking flip packs
Pass it down field, for my niggas

hope
I see popo
Right at the store
Boy dont go
This a crazy game
Lil n***a got that flame
But dont blame the game
That you came
You got caught by pork

yeah
I remember all the days we ain't have a whip
We were tryna get by, we were tryna flip
We used to skip class
We were so bad
We were tryna rap
Tryna

boss nigga yeah tell me what ya think
You can come and ride the wave but nigga don't sink
SRT going fast, don't blink
Big bad wolf lil nigga hoodwinked

faking lil bitch I'm legit
I'm litty gang that mean I get litt
Don't want the fame I just want the rich
Don't want the fame I just want the cash
I'm never

the lip
No poker, you know Lil' Will all by the chips

Big blue hundreds, you know that I'm cripp
Play with my money, you gon' end up dead Rip
Fuck

sayin' a lot. Don't wanna get off track
Cause you been racin' my mind like you finna crash. I want you by my side so I can't turn my back
But never mind

Soopaman Luva 3

Redman

XXX Hip Hop

2003

ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first

(D-day-daytrip took it to 10, hey!)
(We got London on the track)
Wet up (Yea) I don't even know no nigga he better, wet up (Yea)
I don't even know no

shit and try to mimic it
Listen in, if you want some notes on how to flip a zip
If you blind I'll open up yo eyes this track a trip off 'cid
I'd whip

sick rap
Sit back, you could get gat
Fifty six track, whiplash
In the jets stamped, spit legit facts
This that, ain't no big cap
Getting big racks, flip

gon drop, we gon cop it flip it money maker
Wanna see me flop, lil bitch you certified faker
Bitch a rat, nothin' but cap
When that bitch speak I ain't

nawinął Scarface
She love the gangsta mówi track'u Lil Keke
Jestem bandziorem z krwi i kości z Polski nie z Ameryki
Kochają nas maniury kręci je

Teach you no nos to rap I’m willing
Tracks I’m killing
I’m feeling urge kill em with words I’m chipping
Energy high and Im finna take off finna fly by