I PULL UP AT THE CLUB VIP

GAS TANK ON E

BUT ALL DRINKS ON ME

WIPE ME DOWN

I’m so bossy
B**** get off me

F***
The
Frail s***

Cause when the coke come in....

/thread and it's not close

Uh

You underestimated greatly

Most number ones ever how long did it really take me?

The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me

So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety

Russ

Don’t call it a comeback, I been here for years

I’m rocking my peers, putting suckas in fear

Making the tears rain down like a monsoon

Listen to the bass go boom

Ah, I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I'm untamed, I need a leash
I'm insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on Easy Street?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
And I like my Sprite Easter pink

Technically not the opening bars of the song, but it's the opening of the best verse

Yessir

They can't stop me, even if they stopped me

Probably not as hard but iconic

Check It
Well it's the M-I-crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater
'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
"Oh hell, there he go again talking that s***"

put d***s on the glocks and we stopped havin problems

"Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain"

this posse cut is my favorite from no limit

this might be it

GET THE F*** UP

SIMON SAYS GET THE F*** UP

Drinkin this Henny don’t think ima quit

I’m him in the corner, drunk as a b****

I chose not to be a slave

Satans getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a f*** is what they’re referring us
Wolves I know you heard of us we murderers
But young enough to get the f***ing priest to come and flirt with us

it was all a tree

B**** you thirsty please grab a sprite.
My crips lurking don’t die tonight

“ Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Diamond rings, hundred chains, slick rick the rula”

When I die, f*** it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of s***, it ain't hard to f***in' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

First off, f*** your b**** and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I f***ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f***ed for life

after looking at these other post it's safe to say op is correct