don't like, I don't like this place (I'm not afraid of you) I don't like, I don't like this place (I'm not afraid of you) I don't like, I don't like
break like this in years I been waiting for a break like this for years Aye why didn't you tell us you were such a big shot? Aye why didn't you tell us
d bake your famous banana nut bread and 7-Up cake I'm so happy mama, you learned how to text It tears me up inside when I don't visit Cache Creek Casino
the wait i'm gonna stay straight ghetto Everybody high, don't nobody say hello Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow Get out of the borough If u know it ain't
on my hip, cause shit get thick In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich Im two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life District (??) I don't
And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic,
respect it nigga Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it nigga So if we don't fuck with you nigga don't ask why we don't fuck with you
a rollie, it was a bam blo blunt, so don't front, you only foolin your homies, homie. And i don't have to make jacob jokes, to look at cha watch, tell
in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you
Life every body can't be on top Coke Life call me when it's time to cop [Tony Yayo:] Listen I got that white girl on Pablo shit Looking like a glass
rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro) Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
punk [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know
don't know a damn thing These rock dudes tryna rap cause they can't sing You don't shoot a gun before, learnin' how to use it Ya don't shoot ya mouth
don't ever mention 'Lo in your songs (Why?) cause even Thirstin know you still live with your moms In the stix where hoes don't even shave Folks don't
don't know what ya seen, And I don't know where ya been But I know deep down South, ya keep your G-U-N [EightBall] I don't know what you've done, And
way, artistically advanced Resulting in a lifestyle enhanced by chance Now that these records are made Tell me what it's like for you when you hear the record played? Hm - dynamic, like
keep 'em on even though they're way too small Well, she ain't never gonna hurt me She ain't never gonna let me down She ain't never gonna tell nobody