buyin' you I'm $hort Dog bitch, I ain't tryin' to Get on your good side, you better get with me So we can roll in luxury Around the world, gettin' money
the checks I ain't no fake pimp nigga you can take my bitch Now take my bitch Now do you think I get mad when you sport my bitch around town Never
like it happened, bitch I don't stop rappin', ever since the very first day I grabbed the microphone, made a funky ass tape I had sixteen hoes, suckin' ten
Bitch, that's a trademark I was at my house not doing anything Half past ten I heard the phone ring When I picked it up, I said, "Hello?" The bitch spoke
could do the nasty, but it?s almost nine My show starts at ten, I gots to go Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho Check it out everybody, if you got two ears Turn
me And shawty I'm on the counters my brother and me So shawty watch what you do around my brother and me And shawty you will be cool around my brother
], so show him some love Now come up slow and just ride the head Now drop down fast, put it all in the air Now turn yo ass around, lemme hit it from
old b-tch went back to get her Masters same graduation I was clapping in the rafters the truth hurts everytime it's revealed what goes around comes around
, check, check, check Yeah, one two, yeah, yeah, clear, clear, yeah I'm a young ragga brother from the LDN In my Nike Air bubbles and they cost one ten
in the morning on the move by ten I write them hits in my head Don't need no time for paper and pen I sell my demos in boxes of ten Won't stop me unless
scared to dream of God? When it's salvation that you want You see stars that clear have been dead for years But the idea just lives on In our wheels that roll around
scared to dream of God? When it?s salvation that you want? Ya see stars that are clear have been dead for years But the idea just lives on. In our wheels that roll around
to change All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent Faced with rejection, early age stressin But now ten
the Bad half You know how a thug in this shit'll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run
gears, there are those that are An' those that ain't the quickest get stickers He was nothin' but paint, chartreuse paint Big race, now we cut to the last ten
those eyes You're high-heeled trouble You're dangerous with a criminal mind How can you do what you do What you've done to me Take the pain and the pleasure Turn it around
out of her hand She said, "No no no, you don't seem to understand, my man Look at the tables, you hit ten grand!" I said, "Yeah!" Picked up my chips, turned around
, why there must be such fighting, [Everybody's acting crazy] It blows my mind to see the pain that's all around. [...the pain that's all around] Wussup