The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor, my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore and I won't have much to say, if I don't return. Easy
Ya call yourself a hustler Thirty-years-old and still try'na move a fifty pack Little Honda Civic with big speakers in the back Me I'm still a hustler
Those ones I'm making it just explains that I'm focus And that's an under statement and I don't know what someone was thinking If I'm not mistaken I heard his little
hata (hata hata) or ride in your car (your car your car) Don't let that murda murda get cha man don't let that murda murda get cha baby dont let that
Business Just know my niggas squeeze on side Only problem is we doin this head knock I told Ross We gon show em how the Gutta do All black skis Black ones
your brain, Mr Rich And about that bitch, don't trust em [Chorus] (Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch) Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!) (Ice Cube comin at'cha
song We?re more than consumers Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y?all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y?all
some killa whales Damn bitches wanna fuck with my man on the other hand things ain't always what you plan It's the ones up in ya Prom picture So long with'cha
Peace to the God, peace dog. Pull out a little liquor, Shame on a nigga, I heard the reapa' done came to get'cha. So I done copped this fifth a, vodka
pyscho no more X-loc is goin cleptomaniac, stealin' yo' life cayse I gives a fuck about ya That's why I'm using that 44 to blow them brains up out cha
radar Tripple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunder
I call lil' bust it baby I was speedin' in the fast lane Pedal to the floor mayne Tryna get back to her love Best believe she got that good thang She my little
You know you the bomb, don't cha Ooh, ooh ooh, baby you, yeah, yeah, yeah My my my my my my my my my My baby, ooh, baby You musta just fell from the
rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons, ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones you tripled
with cha money Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga This one is for my hustlaz, right Ladies don't tustle with bustaz, not tonight If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny with cha