Now all I have is a photo of you smiling at me All I want is you here with me and I'll be happy Oh, I'd do anything Oh, to have you here again I had
you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up, when times are hard you stand up L-U-P the man, cause a brand that the fans
club Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club May I, say I, made a way? Stay fly 'til the, day I, fade away Hey I pray I stay out of a, haters way Lemme
gold chain I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there I
baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns,
females hugs I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs I get threats over the two way from email thugs I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs Think I
ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know all yays
I wouldn't be me I like to thank you Your the reason I made it to the T.O.P. I really like to thank you even tho I'm not on T.V. I'm just another C.D.
me alone, but if I S-L-I-P and my brains get blown just listen at my cd cuz i live in my songs (VERSE 3) Uhh i can do bad one deep i wish i could flip
fake love I'm your partna, why I come second to bitches and drugs So fuck balling with y'all, I ride out When I'm rich, I still flip in the truck and
world as I'm seeing soaked, I'm 23 years old and I've been broke And I would rather conversate with killers than kin folk Cause If I know the location
Just when I thought I was winning Just when I thought I could not be stopped Just when I thought I was winning Just when I thought I could not be stopped
125 [?] A mouth for luxuries, chickens can cluck to these Better yet, we'd have to [?] these Rhyme styles that i rock all night Devote for the [?] turn
out, yea we comin with eight cheques I'm tryin to have it to where my sons writin paid cheques So if I diamond curlin I say it'l be straight set Froutelume
t went off all day I guess all my bitches went out to play Fuck 'em, 'cause I ain't sweatin' 'em either Hoes is jockin' me? I don't need 'em! There's
sound! [Verse 3: JT Money] In this type of M-U-S-I-C I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see I seen professionals, but I'm the better master Who
what? Sue me! [Chorus] [Bridge:] (Miami! Atlanta G.A.! Chicago! And L.A.! Houston! And New York City! And don't forget - Cincinnatti!) I live in America! I