all on you, no matter what you going through, Just know that you still around, yeah heaven making sure that you still around Talking about you, no matter what you
J. E.F.F I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex You dicks beling in latex... not tape decks You can't see me Neither can the flunkies under you My shit bananas,
) When you up, you up And when you down, you down but when you fall off just peep out who still come around and aint too many gon' hold you down when you
you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs
my come up Damn I done made, all of yall shit ya jeans This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean You all bootleggin nigga you?s a knock off, a imitation
you ain't fresh azimiz [J-KWON] Ye ain?t big (big) whipping Ye ain?t steady ti tippin No girl getting homie You ain?t fresh azimiz You think you is (
Chorus] Yeah, you know what I'm sayin I'm speakin for all the young ones my age Ya namean Bein told you can't do this You can't get in here And you
and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't taking out shit I dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try
why you do it like that Why the hell every day you be in that all black Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black Still posted in the hood with my dawgs
For You Get Inda Booth You Know Think About The Bone Flow For Hoes I Aint Nice Like ????Wanna Split Ya Mouth Betta Get You That Dough You Old Hoes Wheres
of that No it ain't no seeds in my sack You ain't never gottta ask dawg What he smokin' on? Shit kush till my mind gone What you think I'm on Eyes low
that No it ain't no seeds in my sack You ain't never gottta ask dawg What he smokin' on? Shit kush till my mind gone What you think I'm on Eyes low, I
tell them, "Please be patient" You getting what you give... Yeah, you got what you wanted None of ya'll are fam, I ain't keeping a promise What do you
drug stoor You ain't got all them money What you call my phone fo. Rob me, six feet In the dirt you bout to go Layin with tha corinor With a tab placed on
You suckas hatin on Gucci Mane dats bad for ya health Jewlry, cars, clothes, women, and wealth So ya hatin on the kid is like ya hatin on ya self [Verse
drug store You ain't got all them money What you call my phone fo. Rob me, six feet In the dirt you bout to go Layin with tha corinor With a tab placed on