k.g.b. So, uh, no funny business I wake up in the mornin with my xxxxx in the bed, She dont like the police and she sure hate the feds, I love my girl
ain't never been wacked And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog Bun-B ride for that boy and
(feat. Bun B & P.O.P.) [talking:] Hell yeah nigga, ay yo [Z-Ro:] Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class At Dick Dall Middle School, all
who don't respect a nigga After you finish your collard greens and cornbread Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin' [Chorus] [Bun B
your bottom hoe Now your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B
Verse 2: Bun B] I say I feel I feel I feel I feel I'm the best got the game on bubble like the vest, piece hangin on my Chain chain hangin on my chest
first nigga so we flew to Houston ya holla! [Bun B] I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks I held my
every * I ever owned Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster Straight gangster, I match my four-door Porsche [Hook] Give me my * Job for my goons
timin', grab my gun! Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer! Get your money, get your paper. Elevate like my nigga DMX.
, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] I'm foreal about this shit, this the remix (welcome to my hood), let's go,
m bout my paper like a muthf-cking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife your b
This So If You See That Bun B Young Pimp Or That Ludacris Just (Hook) (Verse 3) Hollow Laid Hollow Sprayed I?m The Hollow Man I Get To The Hollow Point Wit My
(feat. Ludacris & B.o.B) [Chorus: B.O.B.] I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoah About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls) But now I
(feat. Eightball, MJG, Bun B) [Intro] Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X] Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop
My Face Bitch Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah) They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face [Bun B:] You Can Go Anywhere
N-gga just got my voice insured Yea, look at me now b-tch! Look at me now (x3) I'm getting paper Look at me now (x3) Look at me now, b-tch!
owned Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster Straight gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche [Hook] (Birdman) Give me my tool Die for my
