m popping... cause I know Luda If you respect... game You better talk... on your mother fucker... name Fuck money nigger I got enough fame And you can trust Game
how much coedine in our big red And we stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with Big Steve and Captain Jack
[Z-Ro talking] Yes sir, Z-Ro, Lil' Keke, Screw to Mo City CMG, KMJ, this how it go [Chorus] Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find Sunshine
With H-Town's finest a nigga they call Z-Ro So go on and bump this shit, and to all you Niggas who I done jacked in the game Fuck y'all I got my beams
you understand me G That penitentiary time just ain't the plan fo me I got a, new thang, get cha paperz and do thang Niggas ain't following ya true game
is a table at {?} Jack's I flip facts, like a Rolodex, and hold my tecs like a two-way, rarely seen like a bluejay It's the new Sea, a new day when your
State of mind (New York City) New York, New York, New York, New York oh State of crime (New York City) New York, New York, New York, New York oh Big
State of mind (New York City) New York, New York, New York, New York oh State of crime (New York City) New York, New York, New York, New York oh Big dreams
still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack
you like to dance Strip up .. I even jet Gucci Gucci man flow I can jack Snoop ?cause I can do that Old black trucks not a new ? .. And then I go get
(feat. D12) [Eminem] Fame, fame, fame I think it's got me goin' crazy Ohhhohhh I get lost in this game, game, game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're fuckin' up your city
scene It's only broke pricks that mention and pre It's only in their neck gas and they want it with me (Yeah, ah) I'm back on my ting, my new vids wire
the ends they disappear... [Kevin McCall:] Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go? Uhhh-See I'm doper than that shit Pookie was on in new jack city
