I'm pulling out, I just got the ride, a tune up Washed up, fin to hit the Boulevard and find a new slut I'm high, and I'm full of that blue stuff A nigga
, now I have menage tois I use to drink on soda, now I'm sipping mixed with bar I use to stay in the ghetto, now I'm a ghetto superstar I recall when
No justification, to these false accusations They faking and shaking, is it cause the money I'm making Bricks I'm making, or the trips I'm taking In
later I'm with my gal Another words you get no green I tell you that I'm broke, but everytime you see Lil O, I'm so clean I'm a nice guy by no means
eyes on me Ain't nothing they can do, but legalize currency [Hook x2] [Lil' O] I'm in a drop top Benz, yelling motherfuck friends Cause now I'm strictly
(feat. Lil' O, Carleone "Mike D", Chris Ward) [Chorus x2] [Lil' O (H.A.W.K)] Hey nigga that's me (that's me) I stay underground so I can shine and stack
pull a trigger I'm already big, so they scared I'll get bigger Scared cause I'm dedicated, and the fact that I'm motivated For those who playa hated,
teeth I love to shine, like pine-o-pine You got clothes in your closet, but they not like mine I'm Lil' Flip, and I make mo' do' And I just might, take
chillin mayne shit nothin mayne yea mayne I'm a hit that naked mayne go check out some of these gurls, knah I'm sayin watch e'm shake that thing, and
to get yo lips swole like pop gum givin' up lumps and bumps so I'm non-stop when I dumpin' hot ones out the drop pull around and get you mopped put the
I push it [Lil' Keke:] I pull out drop top, sunny day rolling hard I'm in the candy coated coupe, with a yellow broad Southside Young Don, I'm a ghost writer I'm
Better Than My Brain, Young Crime Is Pay, New Cadillacs And Bonnevilles The Very Next Day, I Just Hope He Learn, I Aint Have Much To Say, Lead Jus Squeeze The Life Out
in a lil bit I can show ya how I live in a lil bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit Get to kissin
(feat. M.O.P.) [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to
that I'm a lil' dirty red nigga Blowin' yo mind like hangin' wit thirty dred niggaz Bitch, I'm a 9th ward, die-hard, pull yo card nigga I'm from the
green ones Yes yes, I'm parkin' on your porch and I'm barging in your doors And I'm drinkin' up your shit till I'm barfin' on your walls Usually end up
s like no, n-no, n-n-no I ain't! See what I'm sayin' If I could, I would I can't, so I ain't See what I'm sayin' Didn't say anything about it You hoes
, knife in my pocket, pull it out when shit gets twisted Y'all lookin' for villains? Well, I'm that guy I charge junior high kids for a contact high And I