U Got A Fat Issue- And Ull Be Forgotten N Nobodys Gonna Miss U- U Got Me Hot N Now Its Time To Talk To Diss U- All The Shit U Talkin- Got U Barkin- Ima
That That's All Mine.... [Davina 2nd Verse:] Let Me Lace U On Some Things About Me- What U See Is What U Get N What U Get Is What U See. Ill Give U
Verse 3] [H.A.W.K:] Down the hill, Fairy tale or milk Shot caller, big baller I'm a force to be reckoned with It's all about the money and the power Blades
first chapter; put my plaques on the wall. To the top of the billboard, Who ever knew that I would sell more than Destiny Child and U2? Or do a song
don't need that I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean that G-Unot cocksucker, better believe that I say it one time, watch the whole world scream back G-U
I can close da first chapter, put my plaqz on da walls Till da top of da billboard, Who ever knew I would sell more destineys child nd U2 Or do a song
clips, I listen to 'Pac A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys And you might get 'em all in the face when
pop [Chorus x2] Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All
them clips, I listen to 'Pac A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys And you might get 'em all in the face
Maybacks, All u old record labels tryin to advance, Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You
drive Maybacks, All u old record labels tryin to advance, Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes
To engage in combat To send you and 'fem' where yo moms at Motherfucka you hear that And I ain't talkin about them heaven from skies I'm talkin' about
like 2Pac's soul Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon [Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)] Give it
So I went down and tracked the beats from him, I took that money, came back, packed all my shit up in a U-Haul, maybe about ten days before I had to actually
lookin for a gangsta boy To share my gangsta world (repeat) Fellas u got doe u gangsta U gotta whip u gangsta Ya own crib u gangsta A big ---- u gangsta (verse2
forever hoe Sucka Free run this shit, fake motherfucker Yeah nigga, y'all thought I was gone bitch Remember this, don't give a fuck about Flex We don't give a fuck about
, Then make u "feel it" Like I mispronounced Filet, On second thought, I can't make u fill it Like u diggin' ya own grave, 'less u can Kill Bill it A
you run your mouth Nigga, Ill be like nigga what! What Tryna talk some shit about em, they wanna be just like us! They talk about one They talk about all