no We just so damn, what, so cold Competition You could really want it When you backing down, look what we have accomplished Don't mess with Texas, oh
I stay chargin' You know we won't stop [Verse 2: Don Cisco] This is for my heavyweighters Pullin' strings like elevators Where my ops in full swing,
that we Gs You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the rings Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah And you know that we lasers
a star Then all of a sudden they just passed Dash the reaper from ontop of ma wardrobe Slap *dem crack rocks outa ma mouth* Put me on stage infront of a crowd Now we
(First we) fuck bitches, (then we) get money x4 (then we) fuck bitches, (but first we) get money x4 spend money like it grow on trees that's why my
boys laws yeah that's them folks I ain't tripping cause I know it's hot on postoak Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks 24/7 365 around the clock
having some, shit I wanted plenty Back in the gap, when I first hit the block With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks Posted up at Samantha house
dog with a trunk full of 2's Click for the ooz', my nigga we gone blast together When it's rough and tough we take it till we laugh together Forever, we
you suppose to lose when we erase you ya wife,and kids suppose to move bang bang motherfucker when I hit ya block runnin full corpress wet or without the rock
you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America f**ked up and blamed up I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is
I forget? I'm a soulja. Daddy was a soulja. Strong in the struggle. Must contend so it's on. Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas. Mad motha fuckas. Never had so we
for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass (For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have
a hundred shells outside your house, nigga handle it [Schife:] Gucci this, Louis that, I'm on my designer shit, Presidential top notch, Only rock the
is just a modern rock song, This is just a sorry lament, We're four boys in corduroys, We're not terrific but we're competent. Stevie's full of
figure that your team can affect my cream Gold and platinum. Black since I stepped on the scene Kn - I mean. Peep the scene: Jacoooze full of women
clits! Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House
killer on this beat 28's up on my whip You know I'm stuntin through these streets I run this rap shit relay Shout out to my DJ Imma pimp I keep a house full
