is gonna get it", everybody gon regret it I'm your, shooter My hands up, my hands up They want me with my hands up Oh, Shooter [x2] [Lil Wayne (Robin
, Polish Your Gators, We Like Odds In Vegas You Can't Ball Then It's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster
it off, take it off, take it off, take it off, take it off, take it off, just take it off, take it off, take it off, take it off, take it off Lookie
my daddy told me it was comin Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck
to the thuggish ruggish T's St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's And a buck to all my enemies [Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5]
Still in it To be winnin' it Get rid of us they'll never do Haters if you wanna, but we'll be two steps in front of you [Hook] I'm a playa
the ground now way down Steady flip when I bang, bang, man Flippin I roll with me gun Still it's itchin to bang, bang, hang And it's all the same They
haters we be quick to pin ya You know we know, you don't wanna roll Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah [Layzie Bone] Right
roll stroll whether it's Hell or it's Heaven Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone on their rest; Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo It's steadily
so crazy and it's stay tryin to split em Stay with his shirt off, gang of tattoos All the homies like, nigga he act just like you Jermaine it's true,
dawg And I bark loud and I switch cars It sounds hard but it's not ya'll When I get there that's it ya'll Ninth day of the third month, it's on [Chorus
From the C-O to across the seas I'm guaranteed to everybody bounce w/ me Been known to put it down anyplace I be You can copy but it's only gon' be one
style is sick (well) Mine is allergic My rhymes in the beat merges like interstate traffic(ooh mybad) It's just a habit I flows it I know it'll probably illegal Before the o's
Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep It?s wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it?s on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half While I smoke some
clappin 'em and like, back and forth because ah this is.. what you thought it wasn't It beez.. the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O