fuck em! [Soul] Motherfuckin punk police (I hear ya!) Thinkin they run the motherfuckin streets It's mo' niggaz than it's police Think (I hear ya!) One
down, like it ain't nothin') (like it ain't nothin') i'm dangerous when drunk I only drink beer gin makes me sin unable to think clear heneesee, makes me think
On Me And My Dawgs Ain't Have A Choice But To Roll On We Found A Family Spot To Kick It Where We Can Drink Liquor And No One Bickers Over Trick Shit
reeling against the ropes and you face some young Mexican your scrappin' your neck gets snapped back your eyes have bled your thinking' this is your comeback but your takin' it
What We Had Before I Cried So Many Times But Never Did It Cross My Mind To Think But Let It Go Didn't Even Ever See If We Knew It Relationship Before
your bitch on the phone Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it
thang called pimpin. It has been misunderstood over the years, so now, we come to set the record straight. Niggas don't do this sh*I right it takes a
ya But it's too late for that, in this predicament You shoulda been thinking of this when you was flickin it, stickin it But who am I? Just another man running his mouth Giving you something to think
with me A long time ago as I do remember You used to show me just how much you loved me But now it's over and you're forgetting About the good times you think
That will always have your heart You'll never see it coming Cause you're blinded from the start Know that you're that one for me It's clear for everyone
Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times I can't believe it Ripped his heart out right before his eyes Eyes over easy Eat it eat it eat it Now that it
Now them days is over Them times, them times are no more Though you're gone I can still feel your presence Least I think that's the way it should be
young and naive for me to think She was from your past Silly of me to dream of One day having your kids Love is so blind It feels right when it's wrong
feat. Young Buck) [Beyonce:] Give it to mama Give it give it Give it to mama mama (oh) Give it Give it Give it to mama mama Give it Give it Give it
to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
we brainless And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous Shit I guess I ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this
Money over bitches, such an easy decision Young money, money men, monster militia Hard body, these niggas is a box of tissue That nina will kiss ya That chopper will
that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never