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Re-Up Gang
(Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble)
But you it muthafucker
Yes
All I see is black roses, drug poses
shoveling that angel up they noses
never let turn my shine into Moses
couldnt cleanse my soul them civil rights sposes
panoramic roof, under like a coaster
backseat driver, racial at the chauffeur
killian loafers, chokes her
Photo-op this priceless, frame our wanted
the audacity, war casualty
bitch have my son before I that tragedy
ugh, I order hits, she orders
R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the shower
Gone!!!

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

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

The Prynce:]
Cyhi, Cyhi,
boy, we for trouble
if we wasnt black then we wouldnt have struggled
player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my
they cook and I
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 some whoopings, so trust me, dog Im good for a scuffle
dont be mad I your ass cause Ive tooken a couple
feds asking questions but I wouldnt rebuttal
Im Jake Gyllenhaal, Im in the hood with the bubble
with a tall model broad like I took her from
didnt play the I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle
Flush, so kiss my royal nuts
aint nothing silver spooned, I from the soil, bruh
but now Im eating off of rather yellow
exquisite ravioli with happy yellow hoes
but dont get it confused when I rap mellow flows
cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow

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

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

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