for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and It
it keep my dick up in they mouth I'm Screwed Up Click till they lay me in my casket I ride around Houston with that plastic Hand on my steel wood grain
furious chambers of twin gauges My calico murders offending my mind and my mind is so ready to click Better freeze, better not breathe all I want is the money
The Streets I'm A Hustler, People, My Life In The Streets Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch, My Chain, And My Teeth Cost That Way
can celebrate Ok, I'm on my grizzle On my grind Go ahead try, top my shine I'm on my way, anyday Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think
my gat though Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4 But now I pull up in the truck with
Streets I'm A Hustler, People, My Life In The Streets Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch, My Chain, And My Teeth Cost That Way I Will
wanna go nd rock my old jewelry Fukk my Old Bytch Chyllen with tha hoe she still smellin lyke my dick U pussy man U smellin lyke a click I gotta wife
professional MC I bomb squads like Hank Sharpley Expose a fraud like hardcopy I know click and shoot like paparazzi With the never conclusive euro language of usage Street persona, my
finger shit) (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up KnowhatI'msayin? (Cash
huh Cash money, c'mon, get at me nigga Nigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes All the niggaz I fuck with, they bling bling V.L. is my block my hood
K's I prayed to my Lord that head won't take me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's and hit the corners I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck
snatch up out the game (bitch) Who must I smack for sayin my name? Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes Niggaz
in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta key