you have to crown me If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin' And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin? [1:] I hate the ones that don
come from the same hood Fifty dollars gave birth and yall treated me good Think I was family so if any nigga disrespect I'm a grab him and shake him till I
war, you niggas better bring yo' force And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6 And when I'm talkin
money to be made, then I want it A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it [Lil' Flip:] You ain
you niggas better bring yo' force And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6 And when I'm talkin' to
and die I'm not here to look fly, by dissin on some guy I'm here to hit on ladies with my motherfuckin rhymes These are troubled times and we all need
cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react
th he lost fifty-five dollars and seventy cents, was shot twice in the chest and again in the head, the police found him dead by the walk-in. And he
And I don't brag or talk shit but now and then I go off 'Cause every time I had to swallow my pride and fall in line I follow those same guys outside
many times must I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made
that I can't even touch my knees I'm so white that I'm lampin, I'm so up that I am down And if you want some trouble, well look just what you found. It
war, you niggaz better bring yo 4 And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6 And when I'm talkin' to
be a star But will it ever happen? Hmm... aww hell to the nah Then cats started beefin', I ain't too sure why Jada and 50, 50 and Joe, then Flip and T.I. And I
car and then stopped. I tapped him on the shoulder and said, ?yo that was tight.? ?I wanna sign you to this label, its called the afterlife.? Then quicker
out the projects I progress everyday I'm livin this life I won't stop till I'm buried, dog I'm livin it right Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take
and Phish, we be in this and use the music His beats is sick, and me I spit, we use these tunes to Give you truth, I spit in booths, I hope you tuned
I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause
to be made, then I want it A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it You ain't know, I could