you can make Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip Chorus Lil
the real O.G.'s to get wit Some facts, made our made, now you runnin but I'm played like every single day, really doe You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian
raw, man I told you that What made you think you can stop me, from folding stacks I be striking on you niggaz, like you bowling back And plus they say
, to start no riot You know that's my line, young bitch be quiet H is for the Hogg, that you claim to be You woulda thought it was real, you saw how it
who made tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York City of God I 'den saved some
I got the sweetest love, you know that rock thick Shorty you can lick lick, suck on this big dick (AOW!) Hold up, shit, you better get your wet wipes You
experienced anything quite like that in a theater before! How 'bout you, RHONDA? Rhonda: You're a worm, HARRY. Drop dead. God, you're disgusting! Don
FTF] Oh what you think you're fire proof in that studio booth Like you can't burn forever teachin these children how to shoot Behind closed doors, you
you niggas got sickas cell, fuck your talk is cheap When I see you, and I'm gonna see you I'm strip you down asshole naked and thats how I'm leave you
s where the ambulance don't come Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies? Get in line punk! You should be studyin
keep going when Pose Polebar I'm just a soldier, man, I'mma go far Some of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know god Comin at me with crowbars, when
you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but you cant FUCK with his last
know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are til you put a funky beat
livin [Repeat Once] [D.O. Cannon] Uh, the ghetto We prayin, Lord All of my thugs be given strength POV Shitty You ain't gotta show me love when I'm
hear you callin' me, Lord knows you love me The Passion of Rule is so real, just lend me your ear You'll feel what I feel, you'll tear when I tear The
Or maybe the fifty cal. cause you like five-oh Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch you be
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked