my chain off, let my body defrost) [E.S.G.:] Huh, go on po' you a cup G'eah you's a G mayn, go on throw it up Huh you blowing big mayn, go on smoke it
chain off, let my body defrost) [E.S.G.:] Huh, go on po' you a cup G'eah you's a G mayn, go on throw it up Huh you blowing big mayn, go on smoke it
waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard roast ya I'll creep
addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head
think are in the mix with the shit They the same reason michael vix doing biz Say hold up I met you while I was thuggin back then You was riding with me holding
Pain invited me to Magic City I'm about to have some fun 2001, in these pocket all my e-fizzles with me I like the way mama get up on the table I like
my exes Access granted: Take a step up to my world cause My niggas is thorough cut Sip until I hurl up, oca Hold up I got bitches sewed up What cha all
I love the way yo booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move and I'll proceed to throw this cash [Roscoe] R-o-s-c-o-e mr.shawty put in on
love me she use me if using me means losing me than move b it's gucci [Chorus:] Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance Dj turn me up ladies dis yo
money out of me) Unless it's Grandma, Nortey or auntie I still representin' S.U.C. (And I'm a hold it down for Chamillitary) When I meet up with 2Pac
to live on, Not in a Penententary I\'d Rather be rollin chrome,In the P.E.N.T. my attitude was shown, kuz ive never been friendly, you should leave me alone, but if I S
in they face free my partner Grace What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always
think I'm own so tell me why it's so much rain day to day it's a struggle in my lifetime to keep from creepin I be stayin in the G no crimes commited
I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight It's for the paper it's for the bread, it's for the feddy
know, it's going down tonight So get ready, you gots to be ready [E.S.G.] I'm talking two bedrooms, gated residential-aire E.S.G. and Boss Hogg, ask
Thursday Know we gon ride until then, whenever the last your ass gon be missed And we gon hold it down up on the ground, till we meet up in heaven [
nothing, but crawl Better get up off your knees, and develop some N-U-T's Wannabe's, and the wanna-be-me's I really been stilling, my status There's never
