life you aint gon catch ya boi slippin. You say ya boi trippin im jus keepin it G, cuz you can see how good the world would be if it was up to me
lovein life you aint gon catch ya boi slippin. You say ya boi trippin im jus keepin it G, cuz you can see how good the world would be if it was up to me
going to do it for the screw And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until I D I E
Smith & Wesson While keeping it under cover, to keep authorities guessing Who did it when it happened, real niggaz don't make a scene Bitch niggaz publicize it, and end up
haters finna do me so [Hook x2] [Bun B:] Shit I remember back in the game, it was tough No matter what a nigga had, it was never enough See if I had
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me I get a left foot
[Bun B] Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin'
Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate-az tryin me Hoes is a-bidein me Media ride me
when y'all hit me It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can't walk through it What is it? I thought you knew it It was the streets nigga
(feat. 6 Shot, Bun B) [Birdman] Yeah nigga Fast Money, Cash Money how we roll it out-is how we roll it in know what I'm sayin nigga feel me nigga we
creepin' on ah come-up since I was born and smashed through it though I started to state my claim. Now they give it up in St. Clair. Even down in Delaware
target Nothin can save you know [Bun B:] See you dun push the wrong button And Cross the wrong line Stepped on the wrong shoe Muthafucka it was mine
can top it You can google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the
when ain't nobody know me My game was regional like the [?] Marion, Kobe Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me
You think your hot, well I'm on fire The money wash up and I'm tryna dry it If a new car drops, then I'm tryna buy it Cam front, kinda tired Had a bitch
*, it should of came with Pete Rock And lets not forget who made me hot It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot. You want credit, forget it, I did it
