tell you 'play the ball hard' Trust in God 'cause you's about to have a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret,
nigga tell you 'play the ball hard' Trust in God 'cause you's about to have a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret
Slim Shay... D and the 'D' is for deez nuts And you can get each one for free so feast up I pee in a cup for three months I'm having an E party for Easter
was just a front Now you paying for that lying, see yo' ass in court next month Pay you cheese, I'll give you quarters I'll just wait for court to order
wodie, you hangin' on a limb Boy y'kno you scared and I know you is You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the
pop when niggas surfboard You ain't stoppin' me dawg Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds shittin' on the top of ya Fords You will, die by the gun if you
what's mine But people say That they gon' try to kill me Go hard for mine is all I know I'm trying to get all this dough I try to say If you want me,
shit a different way The fuck you know 'bout hip hop? I'm LL Cool J They send Bentleys for me, security escort me Now you wanna run to the authorities an' report me For
through morning, see thats a [Cali Nigga] You see I'm from the murderous blocks, Compton, California where you'd rather get caught with your gun on you
Ma Name Out Dey Fuckn Lips Like I Aint Word In Da Streets Like I Aint Fuckn Cyss Dese Fuckn Pricks Gonna Learn 2 Respect Me Or Da Burna Leave Em Burned Whea Ya Chest Be Burned
let you breathe, now you?re dead There?s no war without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man, you got beef with
My Theme Song U Dont Kno My Struggle Fresh White G's No S Dot Carter's 3 Fresh Chargers Play Wit Me U Gettin Slaughtered Im The Big Dawg In This Family
So you best be on yo wayyyy [Episode] Most times I'm gettin serious, I don't play no games You niggas dats curious, you gone feel da flame Cause
hang around you wit the ice grill face Be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place Where the doe at? They know you ballin, 'cuz you deal
Of Being Friendly You Aint Gotta Lie Juss To Try To Be Wit Me Got Bitches Up In Heaven Waitin At The God To Be Wit Me Im Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is
s then you know thats money I'm a pimp I'm bout to perm it out and bullrush somthin You a snitch you probably hit the court and burn dude Thats that Weezy
pay So you best be on yo wayyyy [Episode] Most times I'm gettin serious, I don't play no games You niggas dats curious, you gone feel da flame Cause
Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef