your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores [Chorus] [Napolean] Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these
unwrapped 'em all Just two words ***, duffle bag I just know it so well, can't help but brag Gold mouth got 10, mail man got 3 It's just yo' luck the
shine on {3x} So nigga stop hatin' Get your shine on {3x} You know we gonna make it Get your shine on {3x} So nigga stop hatin' Get your shine on {3
s right YouA?ve been a stranger to these tears in my eyes And now that were separated and the colors have faded It feels so complicated these words that
them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We don't know a word to a verse All we know is the chorus 'Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
i really need something to tell me its ok not to think because I've been to all these bars and I've seen all these places I've hit on all these girls
jewels on, lot of these niggers be pussies, plus they move wrong that's why they be the dudes that get moved on, big pictures over when they turn the news on word
welcome to the fast life (Bridge) Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras Come on I said come on (Pusha T verse 3) I 3
appeared like you and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s
like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pitbull you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy
my respect Automactics, German luger, Kardinal never needed it Niggaz hungry in the streets so we feeded it Pretty face, ugly body I couldn't be with it Words
don't mean what they say and 10% of the remaining 20 is gay That leaves you with 10% chance of ever finding your man That means you better pay attention to these word
out my chemical finishing up, what you ain't even begin to do when your backs against the ropes it's either him or you yaa??ll ain't so important that my words
on your knees Cause wealth is the word Rich is round the corner from the curb Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird [Verse 3: Big Boi] (Starts off
money Supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream [repeated] [Rick Ross] Punish all these niggas Fucking all these
[Verse 1 - Fabolous] First off I'm a motherfuckin' G-E-N-E-R-A-L, word to the K shells In this chopper I will p-p-p-p-pop 'em, Make it sound like helicopters
over And I don't w ant to die in pain, die in pain 2-3-4! I knew my youth can't last forever I'll sing the words until I can't keep the band together
young Socrates the illful release Hey yo no homo but today I'm coming out the closet Wanna scream it from the mountains like a gay prophet These two words