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T:]
Re-Up Gang
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it
Yes
All I see is black roses, dealer poses
shoveling devils angel up they noses
never let jail turn my shine Moses
couldnt cleanse my soul with civil rights sposes
panoramic roof, under like a coaster
backseat driver, racial slurs at the
killian loafers, chokes her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted
the audacity, war brings
bitch have my son I face that tragedy
ugh, I order hits, she mahi
R.I.P. Blake, shout out the shower posse
Gone!!!

(You out problems)
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you found it

West:]
Im here, its the
bad massaging me
sometimes we our standards at the colleges
so please dont me, ugh, for the following
fat bitches swallowing, skinny modeling
take of that Givenchy and lets get
I have your face looking all Cruncy
the stay testing
when you chase the pussy its a sin
but if it falls in your lap its a
soon as I got salad, I spent it all on
French, to be exact, that Balmain was
had used the main (leathers, leathers, leathers)

The Prynce:]
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we for trouble
maybe if we wasnt then we wouldnt have struggled
player, all I got is trap and crooks in my huddle
cook and I smuggle
got twenty of kush in the duffle
so Im through them circles,
boy Im looking Knuckles
look at my knuckles, got the in cause niggas was looking
Ive tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a
dont be mad I whooped your ass cause Ive a couple
feds asking niggas but I wouldnt rebuttal
cause Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood the bubble
a tall model broad like I took her from Russell
didnt play the cards I was dealt, I the dealer re-shuffle
Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
aint silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather gold
exquisite ravioli with some happy hoes
but dont get it confused when I rap these flows
cause all my got bricks like a yellow road

[Big
GOOD, I do it
B.I.G. Sean Don
(But you it mutherfucker)

Im in, that no-smoke sec rolling ounces
marijuana mountains, drinks not pronouncing
three chains on, I need no bouncers
nothing than a G stacks in my trousers
(Boy)
new smashed in her blouses
fuck a hotel, my nigga we houses (houses)
my nigga, we houses
so many rings lost in them couches
Im a Westside lover
I leave females in my and all my feelings in a rubber
is showtime, showtime, boy
I you set the DVR
stacking money face to face, dish it, like CPR
Ye me a seat to sit at the throne
so now Im snapping like yo ass just finished a
does he sound like Ye, Jay, or Drake?
meanwhile, Im chilling all these niggas, counting all this money you aint
consider yourself lucky to see a legend the prime
a killer before the crime, a BIG before the
greet me wit a middle when you see me
its cool, cause I cant see yo ass from side of the TV muthafucker

[J.
Hey, Cole World, way for the chosen one
what you now is putting fear in all the older ones
down played me to downgrade me they dont notice son
your shoes too big too fill? I can barely squeeze my in em
fucking hoes while teaching niggas to your sons
the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Josephs son
high as with a cold flow and a loaded gun
never say Im than Hov, but Im the closest one
heard you for trouble, what, Im supposed to run?
yo bitch invited me inside her, I supposed to cum?
got niggas thatll blow your tee off, put a in one
now you outside of heavens gate, fronting you know someone
talking hard, but still aint push me
they say you are what you eat, and I still aint
it, everybody can get it
when youre hot, everybodys a critic
but when youre this everybodys a midget
all this mean mugging from niggas that nothing
could it be my position is one you dreamed of?
went from quarter to to half past rich
my badass bitch
and you dont no problems on some math class shit
so check the young out
fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my sprout
I thought that real is what you been fiending bout
what you been praying for? What you been bout?
you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming bout