unless you be a hustler tryna come up on some mo' bucks I'm like a male-nun with a rail gun I'm so focused on my mail son I need a bail bond fuck you
's strange They saying no don't come around, nigga O's changed Man O tripping man what's going down in O's brain Talking down on me, them niggas still ain't having no change
Taking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a mask You can run you can hide, but it ain't no escaping I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real
a no-no Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade
and that's about a god damn shame Nigga been pen pimpin ever since '91, and I'm still in pursuit of my change I done been through a group, and a solo
be dead Look at this world we living in, everybody got a bad attitude and a glock Seem like we living just to become a victim, of a random shot Everytime
3 - Jay'Ton] Reminicin bout the better days stuck in a daze got me feelin like I'm trapped in a maze I'm at a early age, stressin like a grown man and
now and you know what them things is-them things bring change quick I just wait for the drought to come about and get my change bitch I also got them things that'll put a
STOP, WORK IT! (DON'T, DON'T...) OWW! PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! OWW! (GET LOOSE NOW!) A PARTY, BABY! (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!) 2 LIVE, BABY! (IT AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A
come get a blast of this Thug passion and blow your mind hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes
asked for it Me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker We break bread Now we thug brothers (huhuh) Niggas talk a lot of nonsense I choose to ignore A war
a motherfucker, blessed and pleased This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told
a must too Plus you want all them finer things I bought a car, clothes, a diamond ring Everything's on paper, they keep me on the caper If it ain't gonna bread
flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now I hold a
be Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key [Chorus] nigga that watch is nice that's what you bought from me that chain is nice that's what you bought
i play on boats in the south of France baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that gangsta, get a gat hit a head in a hat call that a
Come Back With Big Bread, See You's A Trooper Kid T-Pain Must Be Psychic He Saying What I Think Im By The Bar Now Bitch Buy Me A Drink Go On And Wipe