t hardly that easy to spark me, don't start me Believe me, you don't want no part of me [Nine] Grey skies for you sonny, ass-out Baby with the runs,
kids for the fun of it, Instead of using their mind or their fist, they put a gun in it Wanna be a part of a clique, don?t know who?s running it, Tragedy
like a loaded nine, POP Biggie... PAC C'mon, who's nicer than Nickel? I'm trife on this ripple When you a big dummy like Lamont Sanford Your life is a
a bind But when will you figure A vibe in a vigour A pro-Black nigga, Black nigga, Black nigga! Or would you ask me if I'm a humanist? Or down with Swiss
given up info Catch me at the pad black lamp smoking indo Sipping on drank on a whole litter This for nigga moe I got a nine millimeter And a 4 5 I'm
nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb
doesn't give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never
got me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full
a face *2 For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh! Flush it! .. Oh! Nobody wan come test me y'know true dem we a drive pretty car Wanna no part of any
Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went
a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast] Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'
ours We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards [Tony Yayo] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?) '
Tony Yayo) [Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me) (Call me) Why you harassin me
a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef You wanna talk
she wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me The sick part is all that bullshit excites me 1 - [Destiny's Child] A thug's
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a
a drink cause she's fine, you know a nigga usually don't trip, but I really wanna catch you in my six, be a freak from the shorty suck a dick, if it's
