a g knight print up-in ya face 250 on my j's dey don't come out til 4 more days [Plies:] Pliesss... I spunt 2500 on dis outfit Could have been 3 ounces
range [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] More to the truth no writin just me recordin in the booth forced by the loop n the guitar but I'm the boss of the group I speak truth deep
this other key Then that's more for me Mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred Cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times 3 We got three-quarters
s no reason to lie I bet you let those other niggas jerk you Convince you that they are fly I never said I was an angel Said but I ain't like those other
Look girl dagger den dash it like a frisby Ay sexy lemme be tell your boyfriend wait cheat I heard he mc's is that true, what's his name? Fuck all these other
the tone and i was sprung (i was sprung) and we get done til 4, 5 in the morn (4, 5 in the morn) she had me deep in the zone (deep in the zone) u
they ask me, "Why are you the rebel? Is that the way you choose, attain the bass and treble?" Yup - "Brother, don't get deep," that's what they tellin
beating Even though I'm what they call a rap singer With business to handle I got time to Carat my woman neck and her finger (Yea it's that deep) She
If I could be like the Lord, then my problems wouldn't matter No mo' head busting my guns, they brains wouldn't splatter When they run up on me, cause I be turning the other
guarantee that one of y'all gonna fall I'm just here to do my time, not to trouble you, but I'ma drop These jealous haters until they hear 1-9-3-2-0-7
and roll the time by this life I'm livin everyday is reality at it's best all my doggs dead or gone and I'm struggles keeping me stressed deep inside
cannot hide A feelin' that I feel, deep inside So talk about me while I make my money Kid Ice is known to be So Funky! [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] Some
a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess
t a hater playa But I want all you got Your babies have babies Now we fighting each other My dogs got rabies They biting each other 'n' it ain't
that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep I
steppin to the silent Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3
you work it out on me If you wanna get down, baby (I do), I do Holler at me (Baby), baby, uh-huh If you're rollin' deep tonight (Rollin' deep) Then
yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man [Verse 2:] Call me the unemployment office, cause a nigga got that work Niggas stavin on the other
