the drank connection It's back to my mission nigga, bank collection Back to my mission Back to my mission Back to my mission Rollin' in my old school Lincoln, drinkin' Joint between my
and the drank connection It's back to my mission nigga, bank collection Back to my mission Back to my mission Back to my mission Rollin' in my old school Lincoln, drinkin' Joint between my
all my life Listening to people say, its gon be alright all my life I even got a lady that's been faithful, all my life She's still my gavel, cause I
in Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back
Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
thought it'll be this? Pusha Tongue, Keyshia Cole, Game on the remix - PAIN [Verse 5: Fat Joe] JMJ, my homey Mac Dre Big L, Big Pun, Big-gie (talk to
, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's Watch the twenty-two spin, my hoe's a perfect ten I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again Motherfuckers
in Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins That fetus is fallin out all over jack is back
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my shit Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my
with love with these drugs in my pocket suckas'll hate saying im blood in the market speak my name 'causez it double up my profits now im bankrollin controllin my
to Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
get left, get left n miss tha game like a sick reff, a quick left and an over hand right, a phat fo fo, some dojiah and a mic, are my weapons of mass
her All I need is one mic, my money, and my heater I steal clientele, short stop like Derek Jeter I'm ill for my mail will hop out the two-seater My mouth
