lookin at you) And there ain't no doubt about it Girl, the way you move And there ain't no doubt about it Hey girl, Baby you cool (Game n Justin)
holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame) (Lucky Luciano) (Uh) Man I step in tha club like it ain't
frown But that's enough about them, talk about me Yes it's B to the O, I said B to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but
prison saw we couldn't pick them locks Easy decision now a n-gga think I lost my touch Listen if I ain't the realest ever done it I ain't off by much
ain't spitting nothing but slugs Venemous blood in my veins, chemicals up in my brain Yes I resemeble a criminal, B.o.Bizzle, you ain't fucking with mayn [Break] [Outro: T
If you that strong about it, then come see Duke Find out what this glock, or left and right do We can take it there, if you wanna take it there We can
sure it's all there, Dat Nigga Daz out Now I'm swerving and swerving nigga, without a doubt It's just another day, just for the D-A-Z Or it just another
is a bitch, and then a nigga die I rap about the struggle, cause balling is foreign to me Z-Ro be t-shirt and Dickies, ain't no Ralph Lauren you see Cause
don't fuck with 3rd Coast These niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast, these niggaz can't fade 3rd Coast You could lose your life, don't fuck with 3rd Coast These niggaz can't
it You know (really do) They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us Thuggin' till the day
look at it You know (really do) They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us Thuggin' till
pain it's inflicted. Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head. Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague. It spreads. It's epidemic. Forgotten, forgotten it
Russian rockets Not shoplift, I'm liftin shop Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten my sign is stop! It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it Tears don't
Brandy: You see I tried to hesitate I didn't wanna say what he told me He said without me he couldn't make It through the day Ain't that a shame
chart I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin' this shit is real, it ain't a game. [Chorus
take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game It ain't easy to make money
a doubt [Talking] Y'all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right Ya man's land ain't even that man You ain't livin' that life You ain't ready for that
