his body stuffed in a vent Fucked nigga died wack You want to live another day? Don't turn back Now if I die no my niggas don't look up Hit you hot
em how it was. [E-40] They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992('92), I keep goin back an play possum like I don't know who, if I knew who, what, when
t even need em' Punk bitch! You ever felt like you a freak in the night? Outcasted to the shadows cuz you don't look right Hypnotized by the eyes from
the deal? Yo dog, I roll tight in my stinkin Lincoln With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns I don't
for stage fright You might make the front page if your game ain't tight So keep your hand on your glock and get paid tonight It don't stop and Goodfellas
wall got me losin' all my fuckin' faith [Gotti] Who can I turn to when the hard times approachin' When I see that my faith is a ghost, I don't know I
when I call don't give me the run-around I ain't gonna have you tryin' to play me like a silly clown Don't second guess it, girl There ain't nothin'
] You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around with me No more, I'll kill you You don't wanna play around You
Draw we don't squeeze, and SUV's on two-fours with t.v.'s Probably with your bitch, playin the backseat And you know I hit it, ain't the type to chill
sac don't be at the funeral throwing up None of his remains but these thangs I left in his truck Sincerly yours Lord Infamous Scarecrow [La Chat] Don't
P] Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path [SL] I don't know nobody fuckin wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis but
say I ain't did it Cause I'm a g and I go hard to tha paint with it I don't harlem shake no I don't snap fangaz no I spit club bangaz I clap ya gang
(feat. Kool G. Rap) [CHORUS] I don't give a fuck what y'all haters do, I'ma get thug money Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money
t keep my focus My only love was for extras, and overs Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz If it ain't related to making
turn of the century, it ain't been the same round here Must be a soldier or get voted, just to claim round here Some people, say we a fashion show Don't
position Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path I don't know nobody fuckin' wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis
P) Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path (SL) I don't know nobody fuckin wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis but