(*talking*) Z-Ro the Crooked, 2K motherfucking 1 This for all my motherfucking block bleeders Fuck 9 to 5, know I'm saying I'm talking to the niggas that
boo, plus they caked up Just stay up on ya fashion always be draped up And just know this ya man about paper And when I talk listen hey f**k them haters
what) Ain't no playin in these streets [Chingy] I'ma slide in and Slide out her Big Work is what I hide in my house For the hate ammunition make em hide out Leave ya head
the muthaf**kas That you ni**az is liery off Controling my steam Knowing my team to deserve more f**k the reframe Stick to the game and earn more Holding my head, rolling the head
number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by
I Got A Room And A Hard On , Still Down? U Been Staring A Bar Full Of Black Dudes Say You Wanna See My Scar And My Tattoos When We Headed For My Hide
words to my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born .. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk
another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers
your own spot, let's talk locations Then talk market and the public relations (ooh) [Robin Thicke (50 Cent):] Everybody's watchin (yeah) But no one talks
ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!! When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!! We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (
't shoot I'll cock that bang that quick for the loot Tre deuce got it stashed in the boot If there's a problem I get to the roof Go head get your ass shot then q You talk
disrespectful, so so so disrespectful [Verse 1] Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister Then climbed in the bed playin with your sugar Go 'head
feeling like niggas are trying to get me Forget the kids I'm shavin off my head like fucking brittney Man dre wont mix my reconds now I need to talk to
Like me duke, you not like me [Verse] Moma said.. Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in
this dough nigga, it's now or never I'm wild as ever, foul as ever Reap whatever, whatever, whatever They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker Grimy ass
[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying