it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready for more Bitches gettin' in my party givin' head at the do All my niggas and
smokin on a cigarette butt Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough Shutted 'em up with the tank in
t surrender Only thang I'm givin' up is hollow points and middle fingers (fuck y'all!) Whoever set this shit the fuck up, done got us fucked up Runnin
, chicken heads Bald-head scala-wag Ain't got no hair in back Gelled up weaved up Yo hair is messed up Need to get bout' a hustle mission Get up on loot
, and you know we roll mega thick Up north where they bust your man In the custom van, interrupt your plans Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin
Floss in this hood get, shots in his hood quick This big tymin' man, put them little rides up We 600 whippas put them little 5s up Cash money, we ain't
nothing You ain't got nothing on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka Yeaa money you ain't never see *yeaa yeaa uh You ain't got nothing on me
49 Back in 93 Hoe was givin' me love Niggaz givin' me daps and hugs Soldiers respect soldiers, and soldiers respect thugs Thugs gotta respect soldiers, if they don't
, precicely selectin' my tool Don't play by the rule, bustin first Leavin' niggas wet up Jump in my Cadillac and then I jet up If it's a set up I'ma call
t touch this and i wouldn't touch ya infact muderfucker here to let you know boy oh boy i make dough but don't call me dough boy this ain't no fuckin
And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough but don't call me Dough Boy This ain't no fuckin' motion
Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo' 'cause y'all tear it up
choke Bitch can't tie that on me Motherfuckers say to her I kill cocaine, pistol and weed Nigga thought about givin the fucks some here But I ain't coppin
up in the mornin', glorious to see Then I hit the streets knowin' that I got beef So since I got beef, it make sense to pack the heat Ain't no debate
Limit lady, Ms. Fuckin Ain't Seeing Shit if you ain't payin' straight bangin if the deals lookin flaky I'll love this 380 bitch, so don't try to play
Side, H-town is thowin up the duce and givin niggas dab you know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (uh-huh) We're thowin up the duce and givin
like it's hot 'Cus we up in here tonight Whoo, it's twelve o'clock and we partyin' Ain't no going home, the doors is all locked up Don't nobody move
x4) (Project Pat) Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in back Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed up Need to get bout a hustle mission Get up