me Why I did what I did pull a quick one on love I didn't pull she pushed I've had enough so I'm movin' on up I didn't climb on ride on any kinda freeway
(Feat. Madlib & Guilty Simpson) [sample of "BABY! " repeats throughout the song] [Intro: J Dilla] Let's go! Turn it up... live niggaz throw it up It
on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug
a quarter key Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five G's Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on
it wit nerds Im a gown man, yall kids like big bird Look dog, man I don't think you heard Hit um up, Spit um up, Get um up, Word. [Chorus] Fizzo Got
find me, girlie behind me, holdin my mink up Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin my drink up Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin that stink up It's seldom
damn crew'll get wet up Nineteeen ninety-four's in the house, we won't let up Yes, the freestyle flow on and on...
beat and then scream and shout We gonna hit you with the shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this, keep it movin
like a nigga finna vomit Gin and tonic gun sound like an ashtray hit a comet Yesterday I was loadin' my pistol on my Mama's couch Thought about my fucked up
You're movin too much! (stay on the ground) You're movin too much! Don't move! Don't move!! Don't make any... [five gunshots]
the walls are painted in black The mic is black, the windows tinted black And all you can see is a very old computer screen Five letters flashing on and
gonna say it once you better listen real clear Kingspade motherfucker, d-loc and richter These two white boys back up in the picture Back up in that ass like a motherfuckin five
Hey girl, you frontin on that phone That cellular phone ain't workin What's that? Pre-paid, from J&J And your voice mail is off, cause I called you
the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz Get on down, to the sure-shot sound Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown (Chorus: LL Cool J) (Yo
up the vibe We took it upstairs to big up the area the people in the house was shakin' up their derrier Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices
die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools
scorch me Cuban cigars Meetin' foxy at the mars Movin' cars Your top poppy Sr Escobar Pour tous mes peeps, je le balance avec mes tripes J'applique
(feat. T-Pain) [Intro:] Ricky Ross (the boss), T-Pain, J-J-J-J-J-R [Chorus: T-Pain] Gotta fresh line up fresh outfit bouta have the parking lot on
