B.K., no more need say So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin some cash Then bouncin up on some ass Better yet, think I'm on some extendable hash You
in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro: Makaveli This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells katruple
lovin muh'fuckers ("Eightball") Get the club buck ("Eightball, MJG you know we can't be touched") Yaknahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah.. [MJG] MJ, G up in yo shit like some
I done ran with the best And very rarely, you can catch me casually dressed I'm more relaxed in a hat and some sweats Doing me, been amongst some of the
coast to coast now who got it pocket, West Coast All you pimps who got dissed, come on in but don't you fiend We rock this like some dope now you can
even had some hoes in D.C You know some college hoes I had some hoes down south Umm yeah southern hospitality I even had some hoes up north, in Felayho
the law and the cops Cuz I'm down for a caper [Master P] Some say we dangerous Especially when we broke I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
the government Official stubborn men with egos runnin?shit They put the hit out on whoever try to get out And they are the directors who are dead and ? Even down south
don't pay attention And call the law when she drink And think that that's gon' make me listen Man, I got cousins from the Dirty South Who'll walk up to
shut that pussy shit short bout this Hypnotize Before you see your whole life flash before your eyes [Chorus x4] [Juicy J] Now let me tell you bout some
and spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax a New York demeanor is sit back in the beamer with nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes
You can hear the boom Feel it trench ya skin like Mr. Kartoon Hey, holla at me, dawg, I need some tattoos I need some good moves Y'all know I pay dues
got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome
the air if you care United we stand divided we fall When the south is in the house you better watch your mouth Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich
point like a free throw shot Get it? This ain't some'n you learn, this is some'n you earn Turn it up and give me some'n to burn That boy 'Kiss is a hell
send shots from every way We got perion while y'all got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some
the night, in the heat of the night G-fellas, quiet like church mice, and it don't stop This shit real, know what I'm saying this shit is like do or die
Verse 2: FIEND] Big fist got extra clips on shit dat do more than spit My shottie aimed at 5 domes and shit Survior trained thru da wars and shit Check
