never turn my back, never turn my back now I may have lost just a couple of fights but I will win the war, and never turn my back - no more The storm
fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', it's to my
same color Hypnotiq On the outside lookin' and I want in My homie did the same thang and he got 10 Just took a loss, still tryin' to win And you tryin' to get back
hell, most Fuckin' with my niggas, you could end up ghost I made a million, got my shit out pawned Bailed out the homies, now the shit's back on Moved
, now it's all in the rags Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back Tinted glass on my '57, nigga with a attitude Me, young and radical, methods are mathematical Let my
in rap. Yeah but I'm home. Bad to the bone, back in the zone Let him alone, You don't wanna go eggin' him on. It'll never be my chair that you're on.
on the way By the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl Four years, Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it, quit it, rag top
again, it be the same old shit I finally realized you just a plain old bitch Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night Gettin my dick sucked
would it be better if I left My girlfriend know I got a fetish for fine hoes I'm worldwide so she know I'm gonna find hoes Sneaking in my iPhone Looking through my
get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My squad
a bitch and get my dick sucked I gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked Gotta get a bitch and get my dick sucked I gotta get a bitch and get my dick
let her go, I'll take her from you Watchin' that a*** made me lose my breath She can leave with me, go cruise in my whip Take her clothes off and do her like hell
Took her to my house, Moms was gone Turned off the light, unplugged the phone The bitch said, "Fred, I hearda you Anything you want, I will do" I dropped my
right through ya Maybe just maybe I'll come back to ya Like too clean, I'm riding cadillac I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back See I'm
Soopafly never ever slips You thought, you had my cash Til' I turned around and whooped yo' ass I came through in a zoot suit, pin stripe, lookin' too cute Tryin' to get my
no trick up your sleeve that can get with me You thought you had my grip But Soopafly never ever slips You thought you had my cash Till I turned
got a one way ticket to hell, Smack dab in the middle of the ATL, And aww, I dont wanna hustle no more but the streets wont let me go, All my niggaz say
