bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see black When you get home', we never had chance to get up And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up He'd
, yah, yah, yah, yah When I step up in the place ,ay yo, I step correct Woo hah, got you all in check I got that head nod shit make you break your neck
Aha, Aha, Aha. To the bedroom babe, And make it up to me, You better give it right 'cause I need to feel it. Get a good firm grip, I'm at your fingertips
rich so he was plottin' with Jay This motherfucker had the street game locked Had the blocks all sold up And always saw the cops when they showed up
I'm torn Take a second of me Said take a second of me, I stand firm for our soil Lick a rock on foil, reduce me, seduce me Dress me up in stussy, will
my hand Understand, that I'm your man For too long I've known and far too strong I've grown attached to you Just call me your own Everywhere people breaking up
get money, see black When you get home?, we never had chance to get up And wouldn?t have, if his gun had left me hit up He?d explain how his whole crew
Test up my import, make a million or more Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor When we come to the jam No glissening gimmicks Break it off
and smoked, put out and used up Niggaz don?t know how to act when they lit the fuse up Abuse them up, usin' the nut, I?m usin' buck Fearin' of the shit
over the whole scene, a bad dude, so Bring yourself off up the ground, start it up Break it up, shake it up, you better be wakin' up Riot Starter, Riot
a hoe that will not go Cuz after the show I'm tossin up 3 bitches or mo' (more) You know how I roll Wit the whole firm in this bitch The Embassy Suites
, hello, hello, hello Every anywhere, heights, plains, peaks or valleys Entrances, exits, vestibules and alleys Windin' roads that test the firm nerve
out to all the dope MC's in the world Y'all know who you are You know I got the kinda style that everybody yearns I mic check, I break a niggaz nectar
guns for fun, shotties for block parties While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi Call the ambulance, this man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up
plans you make Decisions they will try to break Our hands are tied on the table Maybe you can try at the back door man While the helpless line up on
want it really bad Well, are you never gonna need? To be helped up off your knees I think you surely know what I mean You're never gonna need To be helped up
can't address me hot acid! I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time (Sit down) One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen (Shut up
