a fix rate Jack a fool a day then tomorrow sell him a mixtape Our paper's roll like bowl game, no love to mo pain Hustler's on a highway with a trunk
a real nigga Ole school ran into me Told me even when ya bread low (bread low) Nigga never keep ya head low (head low) If that's ya girl, love ya girl
a crook chain Dark tone with a smile Pick you up at seven it's about five thirty So I guess it leave a crook nigga just a little while So I can get clean
ya wanna do you fuckin wit a baller a st louis prowler you can hate me she gonna fuck wit me regardless we bw a flawless all this tell em' puff [Chorus
My time's limit I.C.S., The G kitted, We fitted Making my way all through the garden Large nigga respect, Yep, The Chef up, He kept calling Counter move
brother in a wheelchair Nigga I was always there Smokin' bubbles and gettin' high! Lil' Edward bring the a-k Because today I had to spray me a nigga Straight down a
s wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
up, got them rocks swole up Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up Niggas wanna stick me for my G's and ki's But believe I'm gone make dem bitches
like oh girl I need you to keep My secrets Im a hustla I don't have quality time to spend on what im sayin And then im split it in 10's So like a man
you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck
funky for me one time [ ROUND 1: Everlast ] Everlast is in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and
Now watch ya wanna do, you fuckin' with a baller A St Louis prowler you can hate me She gonna fuck with me regardless We be a flawless all this, tell
?s time To handle business nigga lay low I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I got some killaz
to all the homeboys and girls Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
flow then it come from the O's Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes Every hood every city all the gangstaz know Front on me and you be gettin
ain't the flow, than it comes from the O's Plus a nigga like a pimp when it comes to the hoes Every hood, every city all the gangsta's now Front on me
I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't need that
money and she through a hood picnic I ain't never been a nigga to straight romance a hoe But little Lani qua had a bombin', her thang and 1-O And I could give a