pray for my downfalling I'm that nigga, grease stopped to be I'm just trying to see if that nigga grease still to be I'M THAT NIGGA!!
or six weeks Cos I'm back on the cell block Lookin like I'm shell shocked In and out Down south, up north I'm back back, forth and forth I can't seem
yo trunk when its bumpin I-I-I I need get up wit Red Big lips, bow-leggeds, wit a helluva helluva head On her shoulder, I told her mama I'm comin over
1: Tony Wink] Yo, I 'em payed dues for years, so I'm in to shot game Even though I got a deal, I still hustle in the rain Fuck fame These cold streetz
weak-ass rappers) I'm on that rah rah shit, that rah rah shit [Buckshot:] (Contracts and all that, guns, guns) I'm on that rah rah shit, that rah rah shit (I
Ow [Verse 1: Max B] Now I got youngins in the front, nah surrender for someone Gotta, gotta get that dough, I can bet I hit that hoe Told her daddy that
black) And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that She wanna tattoo my name on her ass [Verse 2:] Nigga I ain
and Max, stars nigga Get fly, what nigga, made a quarter mill And that's all in a drought baby fuck a record deal The only Brooklyn nigga that come through
