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1. _ Showout
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2. _ Pimptro
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3. _ Danky
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4. _ Adios Amigos
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5. _ I'm Just Sayin
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6. _ Safe Sex
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7. _ Make Up Bag
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8. _ Styrofoam Cup
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9. _ I Be Everywhere
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10. _ I Just Wanna Ball
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11. _ Go Ham
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12. _ Ike Turner Pimpin
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13. _ Pimp-a-Holic Interlude
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14. _ Movin Target
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15. _ Look Like
Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels*
They be seing all these diamonds on a bitch bruh bruh I know what people be saying
"god damn he look like he sell dope"
[Chorus]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope
Blue plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po stains with that choppa in it
Look like my porshe be shopping it got new shoes on it almost
Look good as I do with all my jewels on choppa cost 100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's watch is fresh denim
Cost half a stack got some fourteens denim cost me half a crack
Pull out every dolla in my pocket just to buy the smoke ill be got damn look like I sell dope.
[Chorus: x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope
Loso I still got that d-boy with me ey Plies what it look like homie there it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell dope maybe this hooks right
It could be that its true maybe im at it too this on the mom
[ Plies Lyrics by Ben Jones ]
I rich and me chatted too I aint selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a star then get ur telescope
My shawty mama always looking at me sideways I keep on pulling different cars
Up in her driveway they see a nigga bread so it might trigga feds I tell they hatin ass
I do like biggie said rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes loso.
[Chorus: x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope
Whats up bruh bruh may 25TH bruh
I know what the fuck you thankin I look like a drug dealer that what my partner
Thinkin I done wacked a judge nigga threw so much money in this bitch
Coulda bought the club nigga and if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug nigga police
Followin me he thank I sell chillzas all these diamonds on me thank they come from the kitchen
Ask me where im going told em im going fishin headed to the strip club finna catch me some bitches
12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car straight hood nigga feelin like a fuckin star
Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the looks of the watch he must be sellin boy
All dis money homie must be a d-boy buyin by the 2's talkin bout the fuckin joy
Fuck em by the 3's talkin bout them fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed.
[Chorus: x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Whip look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope. Ha!
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16. _ Flaw
If you flaw bruh I don't fuck wit you at all
If wouldn't give a damn if you some kin to me bruh
I don't fuck wit them niggas them nigga jus flaw
They ain't bout that life them niggas jus soft
Them niggas like hoes them niggas jus talk
I don't fuck wit no niggas no niggas that's flaw
I don't fuck wit them niggas them nigga jus flaw
They ain't bout that life them niggas jus soft
Them niggas like hoes them niggas jus talk
I don't fuck wit no niggas no niggas thats flaw
You can be my dawg n I don't even care
If you flaw you flaw n I don't fuck wit them there
I fuck wit real ass niggas I don fuck wit nothin' else
I don't know what you heard but its real over here
Niggas solid niggas bust niggas kill over here
If you aint bout that life you cant chill over here
Niggas goonin niggas gettin it how they live over here
On yac on dro on pills over here
All my niggas dawg got skills over here
Mothafuck y'all niggas how we feel over here
My whole life cuz been real over here
You flaw ass niggas couldn't live over here
I don't fuck wit them niggas them nigga jus flaw
They ain't bout that life them niggas jus soft
Them niggas like hoes them niggas jus talk
I don't fuck wit no niggas no niggas that's flaw
I don't fuck wit them niggas them nigga jus flaw
They aint bout that life them niggas jus soft
Them niggas like hoes them niggas jus talk
I don't fuck wit no niggas no niggas that's flaw
Ol hatin ass nigga you flaw my nigga
When you ready my lets go I'ma dog you nigga
Keep mine on deck aint gotta call my niggas
When you ready lets run it don't stall my nigga
Don't give a fuck where im at ima ball my nigga
I'll breed my goons they dogs my nigga
You beef wit one of us you beef wit all us nigga
You gettin' way more flawer it don't get no realer
Its way more pussys and than any ol killas
Y'all niggas jus talkin ol flaw ass nigga
My homeboy send em through the car my nigga
This close range shit never far my nigga
I don't fuck wit them niggas them nigga jus flaw
They ain't bout that life them niggas jus soft
Them niggas like hoes them niggas jus talk
I don't fuck wit no niggas no niggas thats flaw
I don't fuck wit them niggas them nigga jus flaw
They ain't bout that life them niggas jus soft
Them niggas like hoes them niggas jus talk
I dont fuck wit no niggas no niggas that's flaw
If you ain't bout that life get the fuck out my face
Where I'm from pussy niggas get a k in they face
Real nigga I'ma live it til they drop my grave
You ain't never did shit nigga you really ain't made
I ain't never been flaw not in none of my days
I don't talk it you do it that's how a nigga raised
I'm dolo nigga how the fuck i slide
Got tools ridin' wit me goddamn i lied
Cross me lil nigga ima put it in ya life
Niggas get up on ya ass n put that tool in ya side
There ain't a nigga in these streets gone take my pride
You flaw ass niggas fucked up my vibe
I don't fuck wit you fake ass niggas that's real
Them hands dont shake pussy nigga thats real
If he flaw he a snake nigga thats real
N I don't fuck wit any nigga outta here who ain't real
I don't fuck wit them niggas them nigga jus flaw
They ain't bout that life them niggas jus soft
Them niggas like hoes them niggas jus talk
I don't fuck wit no niggas no niggas that's flaw
I don't fuck wit them niggas them nigga jus flaw
They ain't bout that life them niggas jus soft
Them niggas like hoes them niggas jus talk
I don't fuck wit no niggas no niggas thats flaw
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17. _ All I Do is Win
D-J Khaled
Hey, yeah (we the best)
[Chorus]
All I do is win win win no matter what
Got money on my mind I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the buildin'
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there
And they say yeah
And they stay there
Up down, up down, up down
Cause all I do is win win win
And if you goin' in put your hands in the air
Make 'em stay there
(Luda!)
Ludacris goin' in on the verse
Cause I never been defeated and I won't stop now
Keep your hands up get 'em in the sky for the homies
That didn't make it and the folks locked down
I never went no where
But they saying Luda's back
Blame it on that Conjure
The hood call it Luda-Yac
And I'm on this foolish track, so I spit my foolish flow
My hands go up and down like strippers booty's go
My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
Last time on a Khaled remix, now I'm on the original version
Can't never count me out
Y'all better count me in
Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me in
Make millions every year, the south's champion
Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I
All I do is
[Chorus]
Swerving in my lo-lo,
Head on the swivel
You know serving me's a no no
Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy!
Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me Loco
Down for armed trafficking, don't make me pull that fo-fo
Ask you what you laughing at
Represent that mud life (mud life)
Dirty money bitch you better get your mug right (mug right)
We come together holding hands and holla thug life (thug life)
We all strapped in all black
It's like fuck life
(All we do is win)
You riding or what (what!)
'Cause we riding tonight (night!)
Now she riding with me cause you wasn't ridin' her right,
[Chorus]
Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove
Water getting boiled, dope being sold
Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload
I've been runnin' this rap game since I was twenty years old
I hung with the worst of 'em
Bust till I burst on 'em
Floss 'em up, toss 'em up, Hardaway, cross 'em up
Pardon me I'm bossin' up, pressure up, bless ya bruh
Don't mess with us
We like the "U" in the 80's
Back to back set a trap
Hit the lick, get it back
Hit the trick, jump the track
Bitch I want my money back
Time and time again while I'm sipping on this gin
Al Davis said it best, just win baby win
[Chorus]
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18. _ Last Piece of Change
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19. _ What They Do
[T.I.]
Yea
You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie)
Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City in here)
Got my nigga Block in this bitch Eastside represent (yeah)
Westside Bankhead nigga Zone 1 A-town nigga (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
You know what it is Zone 3 Mechanicville Summer Hill nigga
Pittsburgh (KLC let's ride) all my real niggaz ride ya'll know what's happenin'
P.$.C. nigga
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey I could give you what you want, T.I.P.'s the hottest
Gain what ya need, I could tell you all about it
You could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I tell you I'ma G, pimp I'm really bein' modest
I could tell bout the dope boys, hoes, and the ballers (ho)
The pimps and the macks, real niggas that what they call us
Hangin' in the trap cause dat's what our daddies' taught us
Put 30's on a Lac to a Benz on brawlers
Standin' on the corner, slagin' crack and stackin' dollars
Till it's time to cop a brick and I'm tired of movin' quarters
My dad wasn't a doctor and my momma wasn't a lawyer
I ain't never had shit, congratulation is in order (still trappin')
Tryin' ta get a meal for my sons and my daughter
If I call a bad bitch wit connects down in Florida
Say her daddy and her uncle still getting cross the wall
??? I'd be a motherfuckin' fool if I don't call her
[Chorus]
Ah what it is my nigga, what it do? (hey what it do)
I gotta grip a twin, I'm finna buss a move (ah buss a move)
Ah what it is my nigga, what it do? (hey what it do)
I got the tool and I'm finna cut a fool (ah cut a fool)
Hey what it do, what it do, what it do, hey what it do
What it do my nigga what it do, hey what it do
Hey what it do, what it do, what it do, hey what it do
What it do my nigga what it do, hey what it do
[Verse 2: B.G.]
I'ma H-you-S-T-L-E-Rah
If I don't know you then fuck ya
If I know you then I front ya (proper)
But you gotta break me off
You don't, I catch ya slippin' on the block and knock you off
I know people, I get nice deals
Get 'em $5 sell 'em $10 a pill
I know people, big ki's for 13
If I fuck witcha, ya get 'em for 16
I know people, get 'em 300 a pound
Give 'em to ya for 500 if you my round
I'ma hustler, holla at me Uptown
I'm well connected with weed, white, slangin' that brown
Come see a nigga want a nice 60
You real we swap work you fake its 20 g's
It's like that, I done been through the struggle
I'm runnin' Choppa City an fuckin' with Grand Hustle
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a bear
I'm the king of the jungle, you can follow me there
Or you can hear it from these niggas who was hardly there
Or take it from niggas who fought to make it a star to get here
Several years ago I told myself I solemnly swear
Forever be hard to kill, even harder to scare
One reason why me and other cats is hard to compare
Cause I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares
Bein' hated part of the game, pimp it's hard but it's fair
Well I'ma be the best, hate me, see if I care
But just know I'm raisin' the bar and I'm keepin' there
And I'ma still ride clean, blowin' weed in the air
With 2 or 3 bad bitches got they feet in the air
Say they like when I smack on they ass and skeet in they hair
Listen, I don't care if you got the song of the year
Ya whole show shutin' down when the don appear
[Chorus]
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20. _ Real till Its Over
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