Favorite Rap Stars

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My niggas flippin' it all day Either on the corners or up in the hallways Coke from Cuba, but they got it on Broadway Pitchers on the front stoop, shooters in the doorway Humph humph, you want marble in the jacuzzi The elevator ride to the top'll make you woozy Either shootin' the Uzi or the MK Starter in the game, you just get in when the bench play At your door with the four, "bonjour" like the French say Nigga you just plain, cut you up like a sensei Take you down like the statue at Penn State Get you off your feet like an Olajuwon head fake Come, come, comin' with Havoc to bring the havoc Lightin' the chronic, Techtronics and automatics Beware of the short niggas Yeah I'm cool, but I'll motherfuckin' torch niggas All along, been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone All along, been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone I'm one in a million, diamond in the rough Supplying that stuff that got every whip that I drive Tough lion took steroids, Olympian status Gold medalling them niggas, ain't nothin' 'bout me average Cannons bigger than me, we go deaf when we shoot 'em And niggas on the floor with they cerebellum oozin' Every homie I brand with them featured on Gangland Ice picks in pencil pockets and nines on they waistbands Money over bitches, we smother then we ditch 'em I'll have 'em bag 'em up, butt-ass in the kitchen I'mma leave bitches foamin' at the mouth Fuck what you heard, it wasn't drought, they lied Over here it's all the way gully In the morning, answer to God's calling Snoring, I can't afford to sleep, the cousin of death The city never sleeps, so why the fuck would I rest? It's all about the motherfuckin' 'jects, Lex Diamond's up next All along, been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone All along, been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone Pull up, clap and distract you Six cars away, yo, your brother in the back of the Ac' I move pistols, hold 'em like infants Jump out, rims, tints, guns is French, I can dent this Out in Moscow Seagal style, look at the pair Don't stare when the chain is a watchtower We when we comin', ain't a glock pulled Rock the pajama look So now drama look like an eye-full Coats Colombian with money in it Ruthless Gotti, leather gloves on, the Wallies is blue body Movin' through the dice game kickin' Should have mittens on Plottin' to dig in your pockets, we break niggas Jumpin' in the A8's with swish men Watches is Swiss, Chase Bank niggas Drop you and then sprint Don't ever dare walk in front of me Cold as I wanna be An old nigga who pump where the money be All along, been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone All along, been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs Hold it for the hood, it's money over broads And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone