(feat. Cam'Ron) [Don] I dont fuck no more Yeah nigga huuh? huuh? Killa Cam, H.O.T. Ones huuh? Flame thrower yeah yeah Uhh Niggas remind me of slappin
te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater But ma' I ain't the type to love ya I'm a triflin, good
, so respect it I ain't friendly It don't take much to offend me, so don't go to fucking with me Unless you wanna be next, but I don't think that's what
love [Mr. 3-2] It ain't no love no more everybody about the dollar That's why when I pass by the G-O-V don't holler I pop my collar and don't follow
get you, pull your punk ass out the picture And fix the braids on your head, that means I'ma get richer P-H-A-R-O-A-H, now you know My motherfucking
I damage his ass Soldier that's what I be, so bitch Why you trying to play me like a H-O-E Turn me loose so I can make it to the T-O-P It's like I'm
: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background)] (And my ni**az roll and ride, hahaha ni**az gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real s**t
heat It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin' Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't
, keep walkin fast. Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die, fuck it that's all I been all of my life. It's just T-H-U-G we be. And it aint no thang,
the greatest And can't nobody my age can never ever fade this I'm unfadeable I'm untouchable I'm on a mission now I'm in transition now B-O double double O
out R-I-G-H-T Now let me see you bounce with me All the ladies in the P-A-R-T-Y Shake your a** T-O-N-I-G-H-T Let me see you bounce with me Let me see
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O [DOVE:] Which is the one to blame when bullets blow Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe But Joe can't shoot a gun, he
this bitch [Drake:] I'm so high even when I'm comin down Just met a girl said she from the h-town Said my name was drizzy And ain't nobody reala Cup
, the N, the C, the H, The M, the O, the B, the great Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers And if
H to the O, and the R&B king Before we do a show, it's like ching, ching, ching So ladi dadi, we like to party We don't start fights, we don't bother