out dodgin felonies and fuck dat coke Cause a nigga lovin these streets and that's of course Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho Prayin
shoulder, wiser as I'm gettin' older Pay attention, sit and listen, comprehend, don't make me fold ya Lay back like that Mack and out, G. Blac done already told ya
hatin' gon Yeah [Playa Fly] Yea I hope you playaz dig this route that Ibn choosin to take A mellow level big and better still I'm all in ya face It is
, soul power, will shower ya defenses now you're falling, and crawling Cause your styles are infantile not poetically correct to test I'm laughin at ya
a nigga brains hang and you know about Baby so I shouldnt have ta tell ya Drop change on ya feet left stank niggas gon' smell ya We some Low Down & Dirty
on my face, nigga it hurts like hell I have a testimony to tell, this life I will never forget Let me hit this life boy, rearrange my whole shit Look,
banging on the headboard [Ludacris:] Yea I hear em complainin but look here it's Luda! I got ya Grippin on the bed lovin wen u make dat face cause u
when a school boy decided to be an MC) See some said no, others said fa' sho (And now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo') Zoop zoop, open ya
'll ride (Hate) Girl it's us (It's me and you) Nothing's gon' change it, that's a fact (Nothing's gonna change it, baby) Even if ya' girls ain't down
' felonies and fuck dat coke 'Cause a nigga lovin' these streets and that's of course Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho Prayin' that
violation, soul power, will shower ya defenses now you're falling, and crawling Cause your styles are infantile not poetically correct to test I'm laughin at ya
, girl We found this love, girl, together so sweet The moment we let each other see The deepest feelings people share lady Sugar you made me change it
them dudes that's trife, you lose your life It's a thug love Searchin' for love in the wrong places A thug love Lovin' them rough with pretty faces
and them Complaining from the banging of the headboard Yea I hear 'em complainin? but look here, it's Luda! I got ya Grippin? on the bed lovin? when u make dat face
, already, yeah Listen man, yeah my niqqa We got this shit Ey, ey, i tried told them Yeah, Cash Money Millionaire, ya know I Can't Feel My Face Yeah,
The murders, the suicides, as well as the rapes Do take place inside these human warehouses Nigga I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin' ya Don't mind fuckin' ya
perfect pitch and chronic bud, it save yo strug's, of somebody suffa scripturaz, tryin to rip ya, hit ya really good, I'll split ya, ditch ya. Gotta