Somebody say, oh yeah) [Chris Ward:] I'm in a GS-4 double O, sitting low Me and Po-Yo, blowing on hydro Pulled up slow, next to the 4-6 Range Jumped
alive She's got a girlfriend, Who got her hooked on heroin, She quits every week but then makes the same mistake again I saw her just last week, Down on 6
est old school dans le sang, c'est le son des anciens On a le vecu et le franc parler, ne pousser pas dans le fond Les 0.6, on les recupere par 5 17 pouces
. I'm a watch for snakes. They'll set you that a lover. But it's hard today. I got the letter that she sent me and I cryed for weeks. This one came out
he ya son (nigga) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee And after being on the street, less than a week Look, niggas who know
rule pick a time 5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet
to hustle on the block for rent Met P, and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks, wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances
Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things [Hook] [Verse 6: Silkk] The way we do it She got a man
game I left and he stayed but while I'm screwing record labels trying to get paid Red now came up and got it made in the shade with 6 birds a week from
in the streets Because game, is all that he knows Sacrifice his life for the paper And that's just how the story goes You do it all for nothin' 6:30
bue, in terra, o vieni, se vuoi dichiaro guerra, perche' il ganzo a parole non si mangia mai la merda, Meeh, sono il ganzo e, io tutti i week end, giro
You're bored, it's Sunday, 6.15, There's nothing else on the TV Check it out now, it's the Antiques Roadshow, Looking at old stuff, seeing if it's worth
I knew she was wit' it Fly little honey with that west coast flavor She told me to leave a 6-9 when I page her That's a knee-deep Freak of the week I
push the Porsche to Dallas Bumpin 'Horse & Carriage', flossin carats Everywhere I go it's thugs and drugs One day we bustin slugs, next day love is love Next week
all in the mix to the Motel 6, because I figure If bags was bait she bit 'em hook line and sinker I'm out now, until next week, mission complete Ahmad
saying nathan' I wait for challengers to pick a day to beef I'm not a calendar- I'll knock your ass to the middle of next week (next week) Leaving
of shit that we go through up in the ghetto just to make some cheese. The street type got me Gettin locked up about 5-6 times a week. And then i make
c'est magique,vas y c'est toi la star donc pas d'panique,rien d'tragique OK,prends s'qui y'a a prendre tout s'arretera a 6h,pour l'instant reveilles