loving memory wherever you at, hope you feelin' me I played the hand that was dealt to me Nigga, shell out the heat so I'ma cut up the flames Put it on
do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
we running for yah jewels Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah Cut your
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel
a cup i never had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' home i look past that, the fact she's fucking guys that i hate but... (this girl) things are looking great, cut copy
for your comfort But then sloppily, rappers try to copy me Take pieces of my property, and use it all unproperly And probably, been focusing a while to copy
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
You don't know what it feel like to say I own that building Get dough in that building, or control that building You don't know that feeling, you ain
cut my water wings I'm still myself suicide bars I kill myself charge it to the game I'll bill myself and I dont feel ya'll but I feel myself Aunty
, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel
dennis Music: serial joe © 1999 You back track, everybody knows just that You're paranoid about the things that just don't cut it flat Quit your
laugh at these bitches- they macadamia'n. 3-0-5 chin checker- straight Down South girl. You fucking with the real Cocaine Cowgirl. Rich. You can copy
it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california thug You know what time it is Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa Chino XL Killa Much love
guy with the story They don?t really know, It?s so air frickin women How can I be better? I could start with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
and cut my water winnnnggggs I'm still myself, suicide bars I kill myself Charge it to the game, I'll bill myself and I don't feel ya'll but I feel myselllf
ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill