I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town
be scaring nickels down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind Is who gon' run this town tonight Is who gon' run this town tonight We
a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) My cell is off baby
, that's what it is I'm a Dope House profit, suckers can't stop it They might got muscle, but they got no logic And I got a big heart, by the size of a
and takes a shower Now she is in the mirror for hours By the way she is a model of course Hair all made up and makeup powered up Walkin on a runway But
dot com And I am everything these fuck niggas not Dram Must be some confusion, You niggas are not me I am an illusion, Really what you cannot see So picture me, Like a
, he aint certain, now hes standing on the side of the curb, trying to make a profit off herb, he's only 13, chopping up a third of a ki, but by the way
rap, they weren't giving a fuck Now everywhere I go they be giving it up I seen it all from a dime to a quarter They had that rocking like a Park that
I'm still living [H.A.W.K.:] See a friend in need, is a friend indeed Not just being cool, cause I smoke good weed Not sitting round me, with a trick
R.I.P. Robert Davis A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga Yeah this for you [Z-Ro] Everybody know me I'm the number one head buster With a 4 pound glock
the jail house Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out Show me the money, I'm gone show what you need Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a
a drama bull, plus I got pull When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool Popping handle bars, popping a X I don't give a fuck, it's feeling
ain't ahead of me nigga you know my pedigree nigga I'm a vet dogg I got two words for you Fuck Ya'll I'm tired of niggaz makin records like they want drama
me) and do what? (Round the town, then take me home and eat me) Okay [Record scratches at end of hook] [Verse 1: Chingy] Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a
and let a nigga splak it The bitch is full of DRAMA!! Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma! [Chorus 2x: Mr. Mixx] She ain't nothin' but a hoochie
undercovers, who can I trust? Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached We living a Drug Life, Thug
