wit my hand on her butt But shit hit the fan sho' nuff, nigga hold up Baby doll had a man, matta fact was a soldier Ain't that a beyotch! He was sittin
little white suburban kids Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time
(Pusha T) Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns Show par with the fishes, make the face lift numb Out in Panama in that amazing sun, I'm
, Louie or Fendi Those are fads and I ain't trendy But whether your name's Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy Ice got beef and this ain't Wendy's Bust a move
of me Say don't wait up It's just that naughtier side Now it hadn't crossed my mind all night Then the convoy went from blue to white There's faces I ain't
I get shifty, never in vain Ain't life, but I stay in de game Yeah, the prodicial's the same "Ain't we all a little? " Frame my brain to the game N*gga
they can do about it Ya'll better have ya'll guns out Cause where I'm from, there ain't no way around it Home sweet home [Pusha T:] I'm a fucking rap
your ear Someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 at 47 kids I don't wanna see my name mentioned College wasn't working and I wasn't
want, Real n-ggas f-ck with me and I don't give a f-ck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO f-ck, Prison in February and I ain't in no rush, Drink
, Real n-ggas f-ck with me and I don't give a f-ck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO f-ck, Prison in February and I ain't in no rush, Drink
dick Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon Cappadon... [Cappadon] ... as I get it on I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggaz to stop It ain't enough
little white suburban kids Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time felon
bruised And take your sick jewels straight to the pawn shop And feel the blasts like a bomb dropped Mad niggas I ran threw With niggas I ain't knew it ain't
I take That's a mistake You ain't ready for it, boy Stay baked You ain't ready for the boy Off Topic Man, you ain't even a prospect Too ill to hate I
Scaramanga Shallah] Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams Sham's is the greatest