wheres the cash? I got ya kid And he ain't really got to live Unless you got something that you really got to give Thats common sense And I ain't been
head It was Christmas I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid I was sick to my stomach nigga this is real shit I ain't the sensitive type, I ain't sit around crying I
YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!) YOU PROBABLY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!) (YOU PROBABLY LIKE DAT!!) BUT YOU, YOU
toy where the flip did I get that paper shades on I cant see you haters taking off when I see you later I-I-I hustle paper [Chorus] [Ace Hood] Okay
you know it ain't who you know but tell me do you know yourself cause you can go just like any John Doe but i know you ain't thinkin' about death so
Georgia somethin' i learned that i haven't told ya brothers like me don't live too long now i know you know it ain't who you know but do you know you
shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a job, homey.) Graveyard shift ain't never dead. We got to work when people go to bed. We got
my brothers Each one, teach one, we are all brothers Get ya weight up, the situation ain't going nowhere I can rhyme it til I'm blue in the face, so when
, I won't DARE I'm not Shadow Stephen so I cease to be just another Hollywood SQUARE I rope 'em like a lasso, you'd better dash yo Don't stand around
One] Good life, you can bubble or struggle Use your brain muscle if you hustle Don't let nobody touch you Don't even trust the ones that trust you Cuz
You kill a black you safe, but kill the other You crucified, look at gram [Hook x3:] I'm hurting inside, I'm hurting inside I'm hurting inside, I feel
daughter Plus I got a little brother, doing sixty agg'd That's why I don't smile, strapped up and mad Sometimes I feel like, I'm falling off the edge
I start my sermon today Well, shit, I mean, I mean, I mean you know I'd like to take dis time and pass around( pass around my brother) The Collection
toy Where the flip did I get that paper Shades on I can't see you haters Taking off when I see you later I-I-I hustle paper [Chorus] [Ace Hood:] Okay
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you
I know you got a man, ya actin' so bold That's why the game might be feelin' so cold I say you got control, I put you in the hole I tell you in your ear
and apathy are like brothers since birth You catch a bad one and get put under the earth [Chorus x4] Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't