break yourself I forever wanna be the only pimp in your life I need ya money, oh baby, I need ya money [Verse 2] After work I see you leavin' all alone
I got married? (Would you?) Or would I make the shots even if I was hurried? (Can I?) And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried? (Would I?)
the remix, its an honor my nigga I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin
them two kid's man I need to hit this shit she bail I lit up a swisher And I looked at the wall and said oh shit I know this ain't who I think it
] I got a problem Money dividends gotta solve'em I heard you niggas they out to rob man I can't let'em get me bro I can't let'em get me No I gotta stand
I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress I'm the pimpstress, and I own you I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress And I own you, I'm trying to kill you And
it comes down to it, got gorillas to do it I pack a 45 caliber, and bitch I'll use it I keep it gangsta, I'm down by law that's on the G That's why I
:] she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl [ms jade:] now can y'all feel dat [timbaland:] she's a gangsta girl, she's a gangsta girl [verse 2:] i
on da triple My gats at your temple I'm hungry for cheese, like hungry hungry hipp-o [Hook] [Project Pat] I pack a gat my friend I'm stayin strapped
I ran with gangs nigguhs I slanged But in the meanwhile I hang with b.a.z rockers rockers on twenty-three chrome You got your gun on you I hate it if
I'm pockin Robers are watchin Nine milaluga mayn That's what I'm pockin Flames I diminish I falls to the finish This aint Popye so I don't need me spinach I
black) I got a problem Money dividends gotta solve'em I heard you niggas they out to rob man I can't let'em get me bro I can't let'em get me No i gotta
it for the n-zine 6 How the fuck you think i love you boy when i'm a playa, dig All that shit i'm sayin, i'm not playin, fuck you slaw ass boys Actions
and shit Ain't no need be lyin' till i die I'm gon' be lovin' this... [gangsta boo] ...the bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta Ridin' nigga posted up Fuck you
night I'da never knew you had them rings on. I don't know him, but whoever stole your mack. When I see him, I'm a pat him on the back. Baby, you my everything
lead I murder for money half right now, the other half after I get that bitch I ain't gotta tell niggaz I'm Cripping, they know I'm Hoover But I got