Now, i have to see it This is for my love Open this heart and my mind Let me believe Now, i have to lisen again This is for my love Remember why im
, money money buss pipes (chorus) x2 (T-Pain) (Nappy Boooiiiii) i let my chain hang down with the best of dem teddy pain rain down on the rest of
hood, we call it yay Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road Where we write my script until my storys been told See, I got a little money and my lifes
're dead and buried' Oh yeah, I'm dead and buried, As good as already half dead, Dunno if I got any heart left, I'm dead and buried, As good as my time
money bombs like a taliban (hallalla) we gettin arab money (money) u want this hook you gon' pay dat money save dat money give it to my kids, ill take
out my mouth Respect and got the money son, that's all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggaz
out my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift? You get
though Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!) [D-Loc] What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth
'm feeding my fiends I do it 'cause my pops did it Still got the same heater My niggaz leaking shots with it ?? bitch ass So they can think my cock did
like a hoe, tell em D-Loc (Violent J - Spit!) (D-Loc) What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine? Put your money where your mouth is, I'll
the hood We call it yaay drink old gold Down my yellow brick road Then rewrite my script til my story is untold See i got a little money and my life
that blasphemy in here Makaveli, the new breed and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me, remember what my pops told me My family
need you, and I don't want you, World that left me blind. 4 kids in Memphis, should pay me 5 dollars. I wrote this song and they said they would pay
the basket Get up out my way is what you better do My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct You better ask it Don't get no better than this, you catch my
my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home // My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone // With a pen in my
