hung up on your heroes And upon the beast you pray, yeah, hey So what can you do, you say Well, they owe me a few, yeah Blue, blue, tip of your cue,
[Invincible] Stay on your toes for a true bruise description Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit* Ready to blast wit the wrath of a hollow tip
Coogi Situatin all of my brides, like a blue team Hotel to Condo, limozine dropped off Threw on the blade, catch dates, dodge cop cars All damn day, my
want it all your crib, cars and beepers Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin ya speakers Burgundy landcruisers chrome rims on blue rugers Lyrical hollow tip
noticed a couple cars is missing Let me see one...two...three, my bad I'm tripping Kinda look like I'm Cripping, when my paint change to blue By the way
Day Soundtrack Uh uh, uh huh Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit) Yeah, whooo [Chorus] Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars
Ghost you and pound your corpse with a force that'll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns, I'm on a serious tip You keep playin and I get furious
M-P, and they think that automatically Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that M-O, N-E, but why? Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
motherfucker den! {*pipe lights up*} ("I can feel it!") [Dr. Dre] + (Snoop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeahhh) +Deep Cover+ on the incognito tip
Tonight's the night I get in some shit, (Yeah) Deep cover on the incognito tip. Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas
the do' I be breaking the shows, it's like the dude who slicing it Me and my kinfolk Trae steady blue over grey, Maabing the block on a constant grind Tip
that's yo? life that ten in the brown For XL six or seven fo? pound Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars
where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 2 ] I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
cool with me You got a little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees Bout as blue
at the Phillies' game jewelry light up the Vet Yeah that's us ballin in them cars and them jeeps And that's us if you aint seen your broad in a week A young blue
Boys] I'm fuckin over you boys, Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars You wanna fool wit the rules you What you claming red or blue I'd rather
(feat. Anonymous, Teddy Riley) [Intro/Chorus: Teddy Riley] Freak Out - Maybe cos I'm a star Just because I'm pushin fancy cars Freak Out - Chalk up
they own [Invincible] Stay on your toes for a true bruise description Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit* Ready to blast wit the wrath of a hollow tip