Hater But Now I Got Money I Got Greater If You Dont Like Go To Hell Blow Ass Get Up I Got The Game Who D_block He Got More Fame. All Ya Rappers Be
Got crack in my pockets, 1700, the canines got me 'noid But I play dumb. Bo Loc got that decomposure Last night, settled for ten, hold up for 20 game, still got
niggas move forward just to reverse still I'm in it, penin' it, it hurts worse my niggas locked like there's a curse on the block but live and direct
whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me Know how to ?manhand'? it's real as it get Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Bet your block love it
the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin it
let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uhh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money, now let's get it (let's get it) [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is, the
a showoff, my guns go off Kept it in the closet, damn it got to go off Took it outside, blazed it in the sky It wasnt just me, it was booze in my house
t having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having it, I ain't having it I ain't having it, so don't bother I ain't having
9 L-Dog, top released for sixty G's Wreck streets, D-Gotti the owner for what you see It's what it be, it's under the bomb concedes me Man tone large
(feat. Lil' Keke, Big Pokey, Mike D) [talking] God damn it let's do it E, what ha-ha The motherfucking young Don, H-A-W-K Day one niggaz, ain't that
Lil' O, D-Gotti) [Hook] Million dollar block Spot is hot, but we gon mash to the top These FED's gon watch The cash don't spot, million dollar block [
gotta go, cause it's crunk in the club Got everybody screaming, nigga what nigga what [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.] Now it's the last verse, so it's a must
boys gone respect this and remember you ain't got to like it nigga But you gon respect it nigga Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it
shooting, Bullshit politicians talking bout solutions, but it's all talk, You can't go half a block with a road block, You don't pay at the road block
j'rock cute steez I got J'suis mon propre fan J'ai une propre dance Cute ton block Flavor Feel it Taste it JJ did it Bakawawawa Fuck it Love it Hit it
it, wit windows tinted Till you can't control it It's the O to the fuckin' A-K D to the A-L-D Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase So you can't tell
the cuts and lay low I'll spray your whole block up And everybody's gettin' popped up Nobody got up Because you bitches all got shot up Clock up my nina, fuckin' supina'd
4: Debonaire] I got pull like gravity but some got no juice Deb in the flesh, well I'm fresh like produce Suckas never bite my stuff when they competin' It