south shit though nigga. You bout it, I'm bout it bout it If you bout it bout it, well say you bout it bout it I represent where them killers hang Third
' bout' it, bout it All them niggas bootin' up with that gold bout' it, bout it (Bout it, bout it) Them niggas bout' it, bout it (Bout' it, bout it)
you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record
me Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G Y'all be tripping off the P's I can get plus I'm from my K-Town click when a
yo I'm V.I.P. Niggaz and bitches be eyein me I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame Because I'm dangerous I'm well known like Keith Murray
it...I've lost it... I'm holocausted...see my face it's written all acrossed it This beer makes me wanna disappear this year I'm so high I'm bout to die
Master P]: People always talking 'bout (I'm what? Say what? I'm what? Say what?) You're a hustler (I'm what? Say what? I'm what? Say what?) I don't
-G-G-Unit I thought all that beefin was over man Squashed it man, been there done that Somebody had to gon' on and fuck it up [Game] No more Bleek and Buddens I
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
While coppin' off Coolio Classic shit, we mastered this Left for dead, I'm back, I'm Lazarus [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Mic check, one two, one two I'm
New Orleans soldier Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer I'm bickin
do it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets
