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, in a sky blue Guess. Eva wrecks, we played the left, no threat. We had him shook, couldn't look, dripped sweat. He coulda fried, I seen his eyes, yeah nigga. 'Mega fly, Doe or Die, fifty eye ay
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nigga! Verse 1 Birdman. Slap a bitch wit' a pound and a ki. Twenty of them thangs, ten on my street. Hundred at my crib, ten fo' a beat. Fifty on a Caddy wit' the swine suade seats. Twenty on a bike
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ta order a dozen of T-shirts. For only half-a brick. I'll blast tha fifty. Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what. But it's about ta get ugly. Ya'll betta call people up. I'm about ta start shovin' my
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be on the mic. Hardcore, real ill niggas. So all hail the honorable It's to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters. Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures. My niggas, that come on the spot to
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Chorus. Mo Fi-ya Weezy, Mo Fi- ya. Mo Fi-ya, I give her, Mo Fi-ya. Verse 1. Why did he plot, my fifty cup, my city hot im dodgin the city cop. I play em' like pitty pat (shh)i'm kickin back (yeah
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pulling out a switchblade. That's kinda trifle cause that's a knife-o. AK-47, assault rifle. Hold the fifty. I'm nifty, pow. I gotta new style, watch out now. I hate motherfuckers claiming that they
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it get to my neck. It could cost me. But a hundred fifty grand lips so glossy. Rocks like BOOM ***. You see them frost bites. I ain't even got to 'spect so cause the whole night. Bent him
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you meet me at the bar? Respect big pimpin'. Tell me how you feel, mama, tell me what you sippin'. A certified dime piece deserves Lou-ey one-three. One-fifty a shot, three for you and three for me
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in the hole. A full boat, I'm about to sink ship, tell him to fold. He laughs, raises his fifty G's, please I need chip count. The pit boss, swear I flip over, you gon' flip out I'm all in, here to
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, not on my block. I'm 24/7 like ihop. Came from the bottom to the skybox. Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top. Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me. Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it
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(SHE). All the way from Washington. Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor. "We live for just these twenty years. Do we have to die for the fifty more?". CHORUS (HE). All night. He wants the young
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Taliban. She left town with my ring and wrecked all our plans. And I don't even care about the fifty grand Man, to hell with the cash 'cause that ain't the point. We used to sit around and laugh after
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hundred tho' couldn't get you in the league. And three hundred tho' you couldn't even buy the keys. I think you need to add fifty more g's. Now should I proceed?! (yes indeed). Ho! I need to see you
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fifty. It's my time to shine, hard times behind me. Forty gold and platinum plaques, and still climbing And if I lose money, then the paper come find me. Said I was through with rapping, till Sho Nuff
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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a member, they'll be gone by November. Keys to the city got killers who slither with me. Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty. Billionaire bid, wrists on chill. Standing in the
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Adidas when I rock the beat. On stage front page every show I go. It's Adidas on my feet high top or low. My Adidas. My Adidas. Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare. Myself homeboy got fifty pair
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thought I was a hog. Wait till I clown now. That's when you believe me, disturbin' three for the fifty. And I wish that motherfucker would try to get with me. 'Cause I'm nifty with the milly when the
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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Dominicans, all for what. So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt. At the bar alcholing her up. I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream. A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth. Jay
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. Bollywood meet Hollywood Over two-hundred and fifty violins, let's go Haiti. We everywhere, geyeah. Caribbeans stand up, bring me my elephant You wanna hear me speak Punjabi?. Okay, okay, what's next
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a member, they'll be gone by November. Keys to the city got killers who slither with me. Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty. Billionaire bid, wrists on chill. Standing in the
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If Cyrano De Bergerac. Fell prey to the blades of fifty men. With a heart and a sword. He'd drive them back Perchance to see Roxanne's. Eyes light up the sky again. When beauty kind and full of
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. 44. Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door. Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar. You niggaz fish-made, y'all niggaz is fifth grade. Niggaz, it's fifty ways to disect the General. If I
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, sweet sensi. The first time me take a draw was in elementary. Reach high school, get the herb it plenty. Like Scare Dem dub for Soul Jah One or Lenky, yeah Me stash box never empty. The fifty dollar
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. My money too dirty to ever go pop. It's a lot, you could do with a fifty Incomprehensible watch 0. 40. Steadily, eliminate, competition and flood. That block with the Primo, 'cuz the Trunkilo. Not
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-fifty. Holler if you hear me make your move if you ready. . Dirty Cash, Navy Seals, reppin through your city, what?. singers. Just when you thought my shine was burnin out. Them cats were down and
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, fifty beans and. And then can't get not one free cut out your lil' monkey ass right?. Alright Ghostface. AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bald on top!. You lucky you cool, I'ma
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know. Here's a letter to the New York Post. The worst piece of paper on the east coast. Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents. In New York City fifty cents elsewhere. It makes no goddamn
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. hustle hundreds nigga,. old school nigga. hundred mill nigga. chandelier lights. persion on the rug. Roberta for the bitch. nine for the plug. count a hundred g's. fifty on the piece. cooking up
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read it front to back. Fifty times or so It's all about the good life. And stayin' at ease with the world. It's funny how I love that book. And I never loved that girl Step inside this house girl
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. Bollywood meet Hollywood Over two-hundred and fifty violins, let's go Haiti. We everywhere, geyeah. Caribbeans stand up, bring me my elephant You wanna hear me speak Punjabi?. Okay, okay, what's next
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our place was a graveyard for automobiles. At the end of the porch, there was four stacks of wheels. And tires for sale for a dollar or two - cash. There was fifty holes in an old tin roof. Me and
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, everybody's been great. But there's fifteen of us in a bus state to state So I stay up late with a tape or meditate. My bed is travellin' at fifty-five M. P. H. When we make it to L. A. , I'll still be miles
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there'll be sixteen here next time we start. So move with the wind. Fifty dollars in my pocket. Wait for the sun. That silver-lining rocket. Two traveling souls. Living on the road. To wayward kids
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. hustle hundreds nigga,. old school nigga. hundred mill nigga. chandelier lights. persion on the rug. Roberta for the bitch. nine for the plug. count a hundred g's. fifty on the piece. cooking up
