I looked at yesterday, its all a waste of time. I'm giving up, on fucking up, cause nothing goes my way. and I know that I'll get mine I'LL GET MINE "
Talkin bout the greatest better throw him on the list too (who) Way at the top even stopped dreamin even in the offseason I'm steamin (hot) Hurry up somebody better check our temperature On
So what'cha want? Smack your ass, pull your hair And I even kiss you way down there You know I will Think I won't? [D'Angelo] That's the way we do it
VV's, 'cause they sets Susters' Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV The wings on the chain, make a n**** fly like the wings on a plane When you'
let them (No) You will never step out of line and come out your face Cause you don't want to see these guns come out the waist It'll be weeks before your neck come out
back where you lives, flatter your wiz Reload and then point the Mag at your kids So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me But the
s on a M-Class just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make ya'll run to the stores and
chest shots, coming my way believe me (Yea!) yea best not stop at my gate, (Yea!) 3 cars, the rest** lot in the drive way, (Yea!) you know I got rest
cuz' they sets Susters' Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV The wings on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a plane When you sittin in
off in a week I can show you how to blow up on ya own In the Benz that hit a buck, and make the doors go up on they own With a stashbox compartment for
But shall I tell the rest? Stood still even when you confessed Since you were just a kid you had a crush on a cousin named Bess Your dreams straight
on the side like a Kangol hat He ain't have no choice, he was born this way These streets pull your number like a phone display And you gotta be defensive with your
m out, Don't leave me when I'm gone, You hatin' fourty-year-olds I'm peein' on your lawn, I treat you like a jon, The way I treat a beat, This ain't everything
standing on the side of the curb, trying to make a profit off herb, he's only 13, chopping up a third of a ki, but by the way hes going E1 into 23, coz
that shit on my man [Jadakiss:] Dependin' on how I feel, either the coupe or sedan I'm only dealin' with you, nothing to do with your man Ruin your plans
get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. [Verse 1: YG Hootie] Too
money on your head yeah buy dat boy Two heaters never creepin we gon fry dat boy Leave him sleepin call the reeper he done died at war Niggaz pillow talk they way
