Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin paddle Rattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin more
of course it's real Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog you know a couple suras, out the
With the first-class flights, 5 star meals To a 7 figure deal If you're hot like me, you gon get it how you look Prada, Prada on my feet, MAC, MAC on
I killed you and your homies, you wouldn't know it Cristal I let you po' it while I fuck with the Hennessy All this time I'm the nigga that you pretend
are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
into my world And you can see that we are more than thugs We're more than thugs, we're more than thugs, we're more than thugs With just a little twist
your spot with a detective suit Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do You must of thought that we was friendly When we told you we
like? Mine dog, of course it's real Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin' Beans 'Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog you know a couple
G. Rap] The chase ain't over, the battle ain't done yet Get your ass out of town before sunset Bullets you felt got you runnin for help You gettin struck
young You can call it statutory When a nigga blow up, they can build statures of me Old money Benjamin Button, what, nuttin' Now super bad chicks givin' me Mac lovin' You
walk in the candy store Man G, candy's far from what they want You might see a pickle or a popsicle But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties
, murder and more murder Red rum red rum Monster like Coby You don??° know me I??¦ a O.G. You try to pop me I??¦ a pop you Ready to die bitch Ready to
? Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin' paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more
bitch, gonna get you for dope i snatch up and blow, and lick you while i get you for more and you aint no droppin fellow when i get you and go kiss your
scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone, no more problems
em lovin my taste Love ta pace Mac doors got em lovin my face 38" on the waste you wastin wit your place I don't know you better then I don't show
it. Turk: Untamed gorillas Uptown for sho' Gettin' full of that raw Mac Melph Calio Totin choppers on the street like it's very legal Lovin' blue eyes
