mob with me If you a dealer nigga You can get blocks from me I hand rocks and jeans The cream Glocks and things To mark seven Throw 6 Got with the team
career you better get one, Like I'm a sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt that made me put up with her psycho ass over 6 months and only
in the island of Saint something Keep the complaints comin' nigga [Verse 2: Paul Cain] Yo a hustles a hustle from ghetto to ghetto In a 4.6 Range Rov
Saturday night You got paid on Friday Your pockets are jinglin' And you see the lights You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6 And you're
You seen T.I.P., checkin in a 5-star suite With some 5-star freaks, gettin high all week (Let's GO!) Catch me in the week, I was up all night when y'all
You seen T.I.P., checkin in a 5-star suite With some 5-star freaks, gettin high all week (Let's GO!) Catch me in the week, I was up all night when y'
ssus tout l'week-end Puis ya mon pote du 3 qui fume son cone a la f'netre Le nuage r'monte jusqu'au 6, parfume ton linge a la zep En bas, c'est la
ce monde discute, Ce genre de discussions ou toutes les phrases finissent par : " fils de pute ". L'heure est grave, un p'tit est a l'hopital, 6 coup
falling everywhere Village children fight each other for a share And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week
do you...I can be a, I can be a, I can be a freak I can, I can be a freak (x6) Every day of every week He wanna hear You say That.. I can be a freak, every day of every week
with me reminice my life So then we moved up I thought I was the Fresh Prince Dynasty was re-runs and Dallas was faded With 3 beds this time and 6 kids
put a slug through a nigga's heart Takes the best of both worlds don't discriminate East coast, West Coast I don't playa hate Platinum daytan on the 6
[January 6, 1976 Rehearsal] This is a story, tell it quick as I can A week ago, I met a stumbler man He stumbled up, he said, "All I wanna know, How
around the house while you meet the people that you're going to be photographing for the rest of the week . . . and we discuss some of the absurdities
to the shop of horror, As she cries "Mi amor" The phantom dies in the opera And to the youngin's who carry gadgets And kill 6 days a week then rest
it's (Game Time) Yeah let em know son I've been swizz cheesing beats since '01 I put the Range in the Rov The 6 in the hundred Stay blunted nigga I gets
needs And bitch *****s try to invade our town I'mma lay them down Spray the K and get out [The Game] Say goodbye to the 6,4 Hello to the 6 tray He aint