come hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home" Pull out a AK and pop
retaliation feel the playa hation Yeah, you the next to get dropped, I don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop, pop Put him in the mud nigga
Chorus: Bilal, Jill Scott Alright.....Okay [4X'] Alright......We'll make it funky for you now [Common] I'm a child of the ahh - The 87 ahh From the
that's good money ones in my fan we get money She pop that thang she get that That money's fallin like rain I'm VIP that's champaigne I'm K I D do my
for sayin my name? Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes Niggaz quick to talk all hood 'til I pop up Plus,
thses niggas like to sing a lot Shot in his hand like his girl finger pop Aint no trouble asking I'm in the bubble flashing Walther P.P.K 380 double
violent And we high on Mary Jane amphetamines Cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans I'm like a young pig skinna from the H.O.K. Ain't no
Yeah, yuh boys is washed up nd im shitting on you like too girls in 1 cup Weezy Baby A.K.A bring the money homee Pull out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny
from the hip (pop pop) explodin When the 9 mill starts unloadin You better be watchin what you sayin Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin Trey's and 4
Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin it up Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone All alone, roam ya neighborhood high exhaust High stylin, profilin
days And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise I break one down and the rest goin' for the high I got them bricks 4 the high And the purp by the
my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise I break one down, and the rest goin for the high [Chorus] I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the
, deep with my posse What's up, sister? yeah, it's mister K-i-n-g tee, I brung a mixture Of ruff rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap Cause you know
[Benzino] Benzino, unhh! Throw 'em up Up here in the 6-1-7 Ray Benzino Yo, killa tactics [K.T.] Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out
, yeah, see I know what you chumps will do Sunny day; hot fudge, vanilla, banana split Four niggers in the whip A.K. banana clip Wartime, frontline, nigger ride or running high
away I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't been enticed To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life My nigga TD gettin' high wit
a bad hoe drippin' ya knot Grabbin' the glock 'cause sometimes boys be hatin' Mad when they see young K-Luv skatin' Down to get my cake, baby with the top reclined Casey in the 4
, hold up, hold up The nozzle aim, rip through your frame for pocket change Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein Thousand dollar corks pop, pause
