what I came to get, the stacks and the stash I told Jimmy Iovine a** to shut the f*** up Got Dre callin' Shady sayin Em what's up? We done came this far
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for
cloud by myself Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for
floor tryin to crawl out I had bad luck, then my luck changed up You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up You ain't hear what I charge for 16
what I do or see the felonies from day to day make me say what I say when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's Don't cry for me, smile for me
teeth It's Slaine "This is for your own good." "I know better than you [snort] what's [snort] good for me." "John you're breathing very hard." "That'
em something to eat But any real nigga will just to drill baby Pimp hard or pimp harder for the millennium That paper out here for ya ima get me some
will But there ain't no guarantees I'm major in love But in all minor keys Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees What are you looking for It's got to be hard
Endless day We search for what we hold inside So hard to find Luck turns Will the fallen ever reach within And rise again [CHORUS] For the rest of my
I already found somebody new Tough luck You suck That was such a waste Chorus: Whatcha waiting for Come over and give it to me I already know what you did Whatcha waiting for
a step forward for me! We blow hot and cold right into A heartache I come toward you and you back away Well, it's hard to be open, but do it for our
What you see is what you get! Fishing for the answers with a line and sinker Look at me and don't forget! Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers
The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and
niggas tough Y'all ready for violence violence But niggas don't give ah fuck We ready to riot riot When all the smoke clears Y'all niggas long gone (Damn) Niggas learn the hard
blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now, they blew up his house, too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight Gonna see what them