all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin' Up that paper like you know Gotta click since I call them blue notes Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto Get that
Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper
my flesh, flesh and my flesh Chorus: Makaveli Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la
and my flesh [Chorus: Makaveli] Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la [
Cent Intro] This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody
heavy weight champ when he lose I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile or we can do
on some rappin' kiddie kid shit Dig this Is my success a threat to you? Nigga why you hate me, cause I do the shit I do? Be true, nigga spit it or forget
the richest Seek your pussy from the flyest [Chorus:] Slow and low, Do or die calm Suicide king and a tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die, stuck
richest black motherfucking gang in the world My nigga always say, there's only two things a nigga can do for you You either got time or money, can't
I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die
know exactly what I do, and then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back home to youuu, because I ride, or die, girl we gon
, you know exactly what I do, and then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back home to youuu, because I ride, or die, girl we
Do what I gotta do... And I'm doin' it now because there'll never be a later Do what I gotta do... Cuz life's so hard with no paper Ever since my homie
I'm all about my paper, yea I'm all about my gwap Uh Smerph f1lth 3rd, my money flow never stop Ride or die for my f1lths Live or die by my f1lths I'
dropped a quarter in my cup man, people are kind of odd so I keep my eyebrow raised I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean? and I do
Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi It's truth holds galore Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door Either or, corner hustle or
