a g for his short ass He don't pay so he get in for free with his short ass Stay reppin' God by, C.P. with his short ass Stay rockin' bur berry and Gucci
things , I'm gettin money Chop the hand off the man who try to take from me My guns go pow from brook to moscow Tear a hole in your biddad for messin
You try steppin into my city i'll, snipe em like wesley So you best be on your way, I'm doper than marion berry, hey Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes
shamda kaka I'ma take a picture of you're but naked sister and my killas got more pliers than wrencha gangsta gangsta read all about it 22 holes in ya
[50 Cent] Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G
get to pumpin' they know a nigga dumpin' You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier Mack 10 that nigga with the heat that'll berry ya Oh ah, oh
know so, well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow. I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child, throwing it to your ear-hole
the ashtray, I touch butts all day Treat me like a toilet, you can sit on me And let your knees touch your nostrils Show me that big ol' brown booty hole
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writin' rhymes tryin' ta find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, known that we could rock Doin' the hole
While Fourth One says, "Don't she got some DSL's Make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I wanna sink my inches Into that bitch's, berry-framed mouth
of the dudes, that are hesitant are found So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole Mean while getting
, I touch butts all day Treat me like a toilet, you can sit on me And let your knees touch your nostrils Show me that big ol' brown booty hole, let
Das ist meine Lebensweisheit / nach genugend Jagermeister / Fahr ich mit der Rolltreppe / neben der Karriereleiter wieder in den Keller runter / Hole
still feel hatred I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
fly pass me But one ricochette off the wall to come ask me Am I scared of him or the "nigga that blast me" Or maybe just the hammer that goes to be a hole