The Great Depression

Sometimes

School Street

Who We Be

We Right Here

Bloodline Anthem

Shorty Was Da Bomb

Damien III

Stephanie Mills

When I'm Nothing

Faith Evans

I Miss You

Number 11

I'ma Bang

You Could Be Blind

Trina Moe

Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight

Only dogs eatin' is us we snatch all plates

Niggas brag about waggin', we stop the tails

Niggas can't fuck with the dog, forget about it

Money went up against the dog, read about it

I'm on some positive shit but I still walk greasy

Stand on one block, but I own the whole street

And on the whole street is dirty niggas wit funny moves

Leavin' your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes

Rest of them ass kissers, is sensitive ass niggas

Fourth album, and I still get in that ass nigga

It's dark and Hell is hot, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

Hit 'em again, you cats ain't never gon' win

I was here before most of y'all careers were born

I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong

We already know how much your watch is worth

Talk about, helpin' the hurt, savin' the church

Won't you brag about helpin' out where you come from

And give brothers a job that really want one

Gotta think about that shit you said, you don't mean it

I done listened to that shit you said, but I done seen it

But when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon' get type ugly

Man I'm already knowin', like y'all niggas is knowin'

You can't fuck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin', what?

Seein' is believin' and well, let's just see

I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week

Aight, let's ask the streets, how many sold?

What? Three niggas, three months to go gold

You fuckin' with the dog, you already know

This ain't nothin' new, fuck is you mad at

You can test Billboard, 'cuz the, rest are frauds

Let me see, you was three, I was makin' it happen

Next time we bump heads don't be hard headed

Show some motherfuckin' respect bitch, or you'll all get it

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What?
Uhh
What?
C'mon
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight
Only dogs eatin' is us we snatch all plates
Err, err, err, get him boy
Click, click, pop the leash, hit him boy
Niggas brag about waggin', we stop the tails
X-drop an album, niggas droppin' sales
Niggas can't fuck with the dog, forget about it
Money went up against the dog, read about it
Man listen, you cats better walk easy
I'm on some positive shit but I still walk greasy
Ain't nothin' changed, still ain't sweet
Stand on one block, but I own the whole street
And on the whole street is dirty niggas wit funny moves
Leavin' your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes
Rest of them ass kissers, is sensitive ass niggas
Fourth album, and I still get in that ass nigga
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
It's dark and Hell is hot, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
And then there was X
Got niggas like what's next and then
Hit 'em again, you cats ain't never gon' win
I was here before most of y'all careers were born
I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong
Difference between right and wrong is me
Niggas talk shit, but you can't MC
We already know how much your watch is worth
Talk about, helpin' the hurt, savin' the church
Won't you brag about helpin' out where you come from
And give brothers a job that really want one
Gotta think about that shit you said, you don't mean it
I done listened to that shit you said, but I done seen it
Most of you cats is type funny
But when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon' get type ugly
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
Man I'm already knowin', like y'all niggas is knowin'
You can't fuck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin', what?
Seein' is believin' and well, let's just see
I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week
Aight, let's ask the streets, how many sold?
What? Three niggas, three months to go gold
C'mon esse, keep it real holmes
You fuckin' with the dog, you already know
This ain't nothin' new, fuck is you mad at
15 million, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Rest assured, I'm best abroad
You can test Billboard, 'cuz the, rest are frauds
I got 18 years under my belt, rappin'
Let me see, you was three, I was makin' it happen
Next time we bump heads don't be hard headed
Show some motherfuckin' respect bitch, or you'll all get it
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
Aea yo
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin' straight out the door
Here we go, here we go
Aea yo


Trina Moe

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