I'm searchin and I'm searchin and I still ain't come up, why didn't I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit em on up, I hit em up, he said he'd
that I had a father, I'm pushed in that cocoa with my sister When I was 14 like cancer victims (Bone Thugs) Uh huh, 'cause haters they get quarantined
for my money I done spent a couple of hundred, Muthaf**kers, naw I guess I gotta chunk it as loss But I'm mad cause I'm puffin and I'm puffin And I, I
I blast it. Creepin' yo' bloods be peepin', you run oh nigga in a river. Sin, sippin' gin, get out tha party get in if niggaz we clown. Ready get scandlous
' ain't good to go now When I'm wll rollin' off those And betta watch the do' Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin' None ah them thugs I bails wid Put ah
Thug love, I'ma always get mine And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper Money money, money, money Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I
real Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin' Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip Not to mention, never knew no competition But I gotta get
best and I've been through the worse Made my money on tha first of tha month Slang and I bang and I pop the trunk I go up against all the powers that
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain I'm out, I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine hoe and candy
Lil' Flip, Lil' Flip I'm hoppin' out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe I got hoes that's 22, they buy me clothes and tennis shoes I'm so
ma show a lil' somthin' Ay, ay roll a lil' somethin' Mmm, blow a lil' somethin' I got them thangs for a lil' nothin' If you got a lil' money I'ma throw
wardobe intact now I feel it, don and crack now Ooh I see it, don't let back now I'ma call her then I put the mack down Money? No problem, pocket full
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo How should I get it started
I promise I'll write with a kite You ain't gotta put no money on the phone I ain't tryna blow it up I'll be back home Send a kite I promise I'll write
R. Kelly): Pop bottles, shake hands, Recognize, I'm the man, I tried to tell 'em but they won't understand, That Pimpin Aint EZ, I got money, I got
sounds Call me flip flop now, mix yellow and brown Korean, European, know they all get down Muslims get the money, man, I'll see you in Guam I'm there
fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick.. [Common