All Good We Both Gone Eat (who dat) Me And Jeezy Ridin Down The Highway (Zooom, Zooom) 4'5 On Side Mee (Booom, Booom) Badd Chick On Side Me (Ooohh, Ooohh
to tha G-CODE I'm a still do me be the same ol g you better believe me. I'm a rep my block every town every city everywhere I go. That's if you didn't
a sack D-Block where the hammers is at (that's right) Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clap I hit raw in the store, ravined, then
between it Glocs like police, Pumps like fenas This beat gettin totaled, Pam, Keisha, Kema Sittin on da World, Thinkin bout a girl Pistol on my side,
Em (2x) Stick Em Up Stick Em Up Bitch Stick Em Up Target Niggas Wouldn?t Want To Be Em (Verse 1) I Want The Money And The Power They Hittin Me Every
won't try, bullets fly, drive-by, don't let it slide, do or die, you an I, slide by, catch them niggaz off my side, wit nothin to hide body die rot, on
again) [Verse 1] He was a fly young cat, 23 to be exact Ready to conquer the world fresh out of the pack Comes from a small town, wrong side of the tracks
be gett?n ripped ?n keyed up To turn you beat up, and let me find the hoe Three cops, some indo?, and grind some mo? Then go to Liquor store, no need
-M-O-N-D (x7) [Verse 2] Richmond, California some call it the dope spot The place where the pushers roll And a fifth wheel Caddy is an every day stroll
look around and ask yourself: Why? See all those people on the other side of town, livin large and postin high? Take a look around, see that bumrush to this liquor store
[Murs:] I'm only 9, on the block Bailin to the liquor store with 2 dollars in my socks Say "cuz" when I talk, pants sag when I walk Bumpin KDAY, just
wasn't talkin' about workin' for nobody no more I used to go into the store ashy, and put on some lotion And then be postin' on isle 3, and go and put
(feat. 2Pac, Kadafi, Kurupt) [Intro: Flip Side] O.F.T.B 1996 Low M.B Bustop Flip Side Let's take it world wide Serve 'em [Verse 1: Flip Side] Suge
ass The closer she got, the more I knew I had to take her to the crib and do the dew Ran in the store to get me some brew A 3-pack of condoms and a Charleston
in the dirt The past and the stories which where never ever told The ones that will rot into existence as they all grow old You will see your own story
then my feet I rest Every week turn into T.G.I.F. Back then I wasn't even tryin' to be fly yet I was raised by Detroit's east side yes! No swimmin' trunks
Saw the punks from before jackin somebody else Funky stories Fo' funky stories 1 down, 3 more to go yo Playin some ball at the neighborhood jam Feelin good cause every
' "How you do that?" (Un) So they could never say we never lived it And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute [Chorus] [Rick Ross - Verse 3]