hate it But I can't get faded, cause I done made it Steady struggle and strive Find my way, out these ghetto streets of mine This is coming from where I'm from (I
toast I got Hump I got Redd to the side, we'll chunk it up Uh ain't no drank in the cup, cause I done already drunk it up I'm leaning I mean like a tower
O] I'm in a drop top Benz, yelling motherfuck friends Cause now I'm strictly pussy, family and dividends Finally made it off the block, streets swallowed us G's
ha-ha Yea Nigga Just when you thought I was gone Slide back up on you like the wind nigga Hurricane D-O-Double G With the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit
.I.G.) [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke I just want
your eyes and your pretty toes I wanna know you but I heard you got a nigga though Anyway I'm a spit it like I know that you with it My windows are tinted
sampled vocals i.e. NOT Aesop)] [Intro: Various Samples] (Give him one of these pills if he has any pain) (A parable....What is it? Well it's a little
I done told you that, it ain't only about your face it's about your back, it's me J-U-V, let's f**k make L-U-V [Chorus:] Shawty got me so excited, the
word up That's child's play now I got a taste for blood I gotta see some meat hangin' 'fore the job's well done I need to see a nigga drop before I make
a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than
And when I touch the mike i'm trying tro make these boys feel it And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it Sip the eight, don't spit it
when I touch the mike i'm trying tro make these boys feel it And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it Sip the eight, don't spit it cause
in, this is hell This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge Because I made it out, so that makes me a God
when I call the ladies I thought phone started with a P like a Ph No, it's F O H N, it's a, it's a kind of wind Yeah, I know what you mean by wind G
this out This is how it's done How you do it? You can't blow the spot, we already blew it (Show & A.G.) And Black Sheep [VERSE 1: A.G.] I drop facts
I'mma bust on his ass quick 210 pounds lettin' of 50 rounds Gunnin 'em down for the homies that's B.I.P It's called payback I stay strapped, I packs a
C, I get it strap and I'm ready for a 211 Catch a Slob and it's Slob 187 [TROLL] S-N-O-O-P to the K Make way when I spray Slobs just ain't safe Cause
