Joe - Ride Wit U

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Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew (nigga what?! nigga What?!?)
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can front if you want we be poppin' them thangs

(50 Cent)
After the VMA's my babies momma cuss my ass out
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
I cut the grass around my clique so I can see these sneaks
You see back in the hood... thats cause I see there fake
I preach a sermon 'bout a paper like a cutt flowa 'a' dolla
I'll pop you punk niggas like I pop my colla
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica, and Mya
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shot up!
Now take a look at how my life style changed up
I'm on now goddamit I dun came up!
Now you can find me with the finest hoes'
choosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I gotta fetish for the stones Im heavy on the ice man
If I ain't gotta pistol on me sure I gotta knife man
Get outa' line and I'll lighten yo ass up
semi-automatic spray I'll tighten yo ass up

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(Lloyd Banks)
Slow down little nigga don't exceed your speed
Cause I will put G's and they fitted like the Negro League
I got connects so I don't need no weed
I've been in L.A. for a year now
So I don't see no seeds
And After I'm done clapping the crew
Hell yeah I fuck fans
Guess What? Your favorite rapper does too
In a minute, I'ma have a Jew for makin my rims spin
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans at Kingston
Nothin but BLING BLING in your face boy
Thats why my neck shine like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mace wore
I dun found a Nympho as soon as I pop 'a' bra
She had my balls head first like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
I take care of birds like an animal doctor
I've been out and buzzin' niggas just stepped on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins

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(Young Buck)
Look at the paper, look at the news
we on the front page
We in the Bahama's with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch will make a broke nigga take sumthin
So I have to keep the four-fifth with NO safety button
G-Unit gettin money, I know sum artists that starvin
Who play the game like they rich, to me the shit funny
I know you see me coming, cause on the front of the Maybach
It say "PAYBACK" For those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claimin they been in a gang
You ain't a crip like Snoop
You ain't a Blood like gang
See I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest
Most Of my enemys dead I gotsa about 2 left
Until My last breath I'm sendin niggas bulletholes
Inoscent bystandersget hit tryin to be heroes
You know how we grow everywhere that we go
Its FO FO CALICOS and DESERT EAGLES

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