equals 65 G's In that Jordan briefcase like that boy from the piz Bigger then show biz so I'm stayin focused When they holla at the club "How much them
a call from Lupe But I did it for the love, no check, mate [Dosage:] When people said I couldn't, I wouldn't, I made 'em believers I come from the school
life, i ain't tryin to have no buds, i'd rather keep them in the line, they wanna criticise you now, cast another stone, burn me at the stake and see them watch it from
Dark ages You my love-drunk friend All that red wine and candlelight Soulful conversations That go on until the dawn How many times can you tell your story
(feat. Paul Cain) [Intro: Fab] Yeah, yeah, them niggas just talkin baby, (dont listen to that shit) dont mind them they just talkin baby they know they
've got two rap singers [Fabolous] I wonder briefly Could it be there's no roof above me or the 22's underneath me Thats keepin them sirens flashin on
her college professor She just want a nigga that'll love her right Said she passed on the spot like ?maybe another night? But: she aint in no hurry to had home From
say he love you? We be killing them, boy we be killing them! Damn, we used to dream to have a million Now the family get money like Will and them Accounts
fast stash a little cash watch them snake niggas they slither in the grass [chorus] We fall down but we get up We sell out and we .... And we keep watch from
't see them See them for their worth at all That's why we lead them Lead them to these wars and what is it we feed them Feed them our impurities and who
full of 40s, Them homies always havin good stories, the beer bottles with the twist off caps, when old people tell u they listen to rap, I love days
Watching out for the FED they be in disguise Looking like G looking like ballas Looking like ture money making shot callas But them boys laws yeah that's them
actin like you down like four flats to get some more figas steady throwin marriage in their face to make them believe better not make nobody fall in love
out my 4-4, and I just bust Nan nigga nan bitch, will I ever trust Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin I don't love shit, but my people and my
seat Pulling out the yard, as I drop the top Ready for the jackers, still gon cock the glock Pulling up at the club, everybody still show love But I'm
ain't s**t without your homeboys My thug ni**az, I love ni**az From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers My homeboys, the only thing a ni**a got left I love
fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him You catch
