Derby to the damn hood. Sunshine diamonds help me tan good And I'll let it blow like a band wood. I call Briscoe, I'm on South Beach 30 mins. later, Obalocka is where I'll be. [Courus x2] [Verse 3
em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey like that band that steppin
live in I'm just an average negro Tryin' to get a race On this over crowded stage Doin' what ever it takes (1st, 2nd, 3rd) To come in (1st, 2nd) or any
-me L'opinion public francaise Soudain s'est alarmee Mais, Eloquence pense Que pour nous y a moins d'chance J'baisse pas les bras mais C'est ca la France (x3
the phony NORE You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring Take that shit off ???, go back to PC And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3
?attache, meme si j?ai envie de mettre des taquets aux arracheurs de portables de la Place du Caquet St-Denis ville sans egal, St-Denis ma capitale, St
2: East 12th St.] Well nobody cares Well nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? [x2] Jesus filling out paperwork now At the facility on east 12th st
the show, band pictures on the wall Load the gear in, feelin' like I know I'm not far from home But this place feels really different from St. Paul It
luv, bitch face (um...) Hey, what's your name? (Richie) Bitchie? You donw with the clown Bitchie? You better run you bitch-ass home, you little punk-ass bitch [1st
shower In the gold shower I'm handin out gold showers Right now, I'm thinkin lets do this 17 dude, ready to ram I'm St.Louis You wanna smoke a little
tryna be arms Arms thinking they the face But she'll never be replaced with a one man band or a small Taliban with no body in command [Verse 3:] Some
on my jock cause I'm in showbiz There was a whole lotta skeezers, I dogged everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [ VERSE 3 ] Woke up
Ecoute nos milliards de minutes a se torturer le cerveau Ecoute en MP3 a dos de chameau Ecoute en basket, ecoute en metro ou en bus Ecoute en caisse,
your grill Cause if we bout it, bout it if you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at 3rd Ward, uptown,
police say tony was drinking with a 19 year old friend smoking marijuana & listening to songs about suicide when he killed himself. It's the 3rd fatal
in our hands [Chorus:] Detroit niggas are the craziest Miami niggas are the craziest Little Rock niggas are the craziest Oak Town niggas are the craziest [Verse 3
You know A different style A different color Is a must But Uh... It's ALL GOOD till I get my 1st scuff And I'm like [CHORUS: x2] Hell Naw ain't no way
