A Fuck thang. So why you keep blowin up my phone Tryna call me when I'm at home If my girl found out, its on. girl you know this was a fuck thang I
these Feragamis Killer shoe game these are just a pair of hamies ? I get up like QB's Na, she ain't stepped in blood, those are Lou B's We don't follow
from the cops Cause I'm a hustler, slash all that With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs That mean I got a plan, B-C and D-E-F-G excetera
here be spitting bullshit, like they retarded Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs
You rep it the wrong, and nigga I'll be breaking your jaw I ain't fucking with you niggaz, who be fucking with laws The same thang different day, y'all
blades, daily many sherms we sparked A lil' old playa steady fucking, with yellow to dark women And we caught the munchies, had to hit that Horse Chicken And when everybody said fuck
I cry I can't lie heavenly father, why all of my real niggas gotta fight It was just like yesterday we lost DJ Screw, now B-I-G M-E double L-O Somebody
a low O-E, fired up like a battlecat Niggaz don't wanna take it there, with Lil' Boss I be fucking with B.D.'s, bitch I can get ya lost [Lil' B] I'm
Now Tell Me Now Can You Roll Wit A Boss B*Tch Keep That Thang Standing Tall For A Boss B*Tch Game Mean, Keep It Clean For A Boss B*Tch Grab A Pen And
(feat. Notorious B.I.G.) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer, I
a mother fucka Jealous sucka just maaad they can't hang with the pimp thang Looking to sprinkle some salt in a pimps game How in the fuck do you figure
a smoke a pillow (M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang Doin 45
the F-O-R-T S-C-V, and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even the devil with B-O-N-E T-H-U-G spell it motherfucker [Chorus - 2x] [Wish Bone] Scandalous
m runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize who you're fuck with, fuckin
Trues How Does It Relate To Weed? Fuck The Weed, Relate To Me; A Real Nigga With The T-H-C, And No G-H-B These Are The Last Days Roll Me To Sleep Come
the change, change Muh'fuckers so quick to blame All the beef fly like planes, make it sayin the same Look what +Ca$h Money+ did to B.G., Juvenile and
body wid ya body I'm a freak money ain't a thang thang and I'm a do ma thang thang I'm on sum g shit baby on sum g shit baby [Verse: Chris Brown] Haha
