stay. You're wrapped in lies, so pack your things, get on your way Chorus 2 And I can't face you with your angry smile, out to get your way. And I can
should stay. You're wrapped in lies, so pack your things, get on your way Chorus 2 And I can't face you with your angry smile, out to get your way. And
LoSo or Kane I'm disrespectful I'm drivin' in both lanes They pushin' my buttons to fuck with my campaign They know Jermaine is here to take over the game
the whip I was laughing in the Bentley when the stop-light changed Thought I just might but 5-0 flipped the game She looked at me as I made my way As
you love this bezeltine and all this wood on my dash All this starch on my ass, and all this money in my stash And how you love the way your hoes get
cause a angel told me its cold But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair of nuts this damn swoll Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play games
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no sneaker
, you know I tear a nigga up [Chorus] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down Push me
Dogg) [50 Cent Intro] This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it
Rule number one don't go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
block passages Until you're forced to stop breathin' on paralysis I'm cancerous cold-blooded battlest Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous You're average, no way
[Verse 1: MJG] I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin' Fifth of Yacht sippin', sippin' Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin' MJG ah, P.I.M
menace like I'm Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting game I try to master
Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya Pop more ah silencer, Pop pop outta the window we roll Let the Ripster reel up off 'em Better of this way, Tossed
And you wanna get rid of A hood bitch with game And every bitch said I'm a good bitch Fuckin with the wood grain Everybody still playin that hood game
Rhymes:] When I spit, niggas be askin' "Who dat" It be the god And I know you niggas really wonder know how the hell I "Do dat" And the way that I come
and I feel so good today Jewels jingling below my belly You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly Four wheelin' with a fifth
