Lil' Matt king of the tat nigga I'ma kill you cause you can be on my stat (Hold On) I represent the Dirty South whatcha represent (Hold On) Lil' Matt
of all the thangs Girl all you gotta do is put ya trust in me (all you gotta do is put ya trust in me) In girl it don't matta what they say (no no no
overdose Talkin that noise on all dem songs A buncha lil boys and ya don't look grown Those niggas there and these niggas here But it really don't matta
Talkin that noise on all dem songs A buncha lil boys and ya don't look grown Those niggas there and these niggas here But it really don't matta cuz they
ll make your lil' Camaro, look real silly Ought to be against the law, the way I'm shitting on boys Know we Third Coast for life, dropping bricks on boys
ass wiggelin, tetas gigglin Then she jumped on me and reached through my monkeys I started kissin on her neck, grabbin her donkey It's bout to get funky, i'm tuggin on
how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this [Shy] Staten Island in the motherfuckin house Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or what? [Kane] Hold
Lil mama I got love for yo ass, but you be trippin tho.I'm sick and tierd of how you trip when I speak to folks at the store. I told you my lil dog got
impressin' [Master P] But my Lord you disrespectin', man it's Twista he rejectin' [Lil' Romeo] Rule, Murder INC. is over, 50 Cent, see right through ya [Lil
(feat. Lil' Scrappy) [Lil Scrappy:] Keep It Gangsta Ima keep it gangsta She gunn keep it gangsta We gunn keep it gangsta Ima keep it gangsta She gunn
[Intro: Pitbull] (Lil' Jon) (*Mr. Vegas) Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! (*This is Mr. Vegas! Lil Jon!) (WHAT!!!) Muevelo, muevelo, sin parar
Kobe from the pack? More than Kobe Bryant, there is no one [Lil Wayne] OK Kobe doin work 24 (two-four) on my shirt He the greatest on the court And I'm the greatest on
try to act like Martin now with that "I was just playin!" No need to grieve now on, now that the beef is on Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is
(feat. Kardinal Offishall, Lil' Jon, Mr. Vegas, Red Rat, T.O.K. & Wayne Marshall) [Intro: Pitbull] (Lil' Jon) (*Mr. Vegas) Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Oye
dem otha chicks Go ahead toss em Cus dis right here be sure nuff bossy Sure nuff flossy, I can sure nuff toss it I might even leave a lil lip gloss on
You know we love you like cook food, matta fact Cook cocaine, never drainin the good mood [Bridge: Uncle Murda] (Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!) Chill, chill
