love my name [Bridge] (Throw your hands up people party all night Celebrate my name in the neon lights) x2 (Throw your hands up (You gone love my name) x3) You gone love my
at (popped at) [Chorus] 2x I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love
Memphis Bleek] Ayo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky My four blow fo show, fo doe, for
star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer Because my life is, how I mic this Police wan' see my license Run my social, check my gov', search my glove Keep
of the rap game club Yo I sold a million records too, I don't get the same love It's strange because the majors already drained my pockets, and now they wanna drain my
shit she go down slow like a slow leak Cop the car from the dealer Pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller King kong young gorillia, my cup overflow
Porsh chicks run to the car Blow my smoke to the sky blazin' dutches cigars I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood Plead guilty to tha
you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range. I like my bitches raspy and nasty, I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley [Swift]
show you how to pimp a ho And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe I keeps the mac milli low Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like
Pat) Love it man 25 lighters on my dresser yessir I gots to get paid 25 lighters on my dresser yessir I gots to get paid I got 25 lighters for my 25
Yeah [Beanie Sigel:] The Bully nigga, harder than Levi denims My 45th, I'm a put long 3-5's in 'em Twist backwoods, never put my haze in a dutch Stay
my niggas and my bitches, My bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and My bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!" Callin' out names! (now if it wasn
my man of my pedigree Call my hoggish if you would Shoulda been a part of Sick Wid It Records Wit a pig on my necklace What ya dig my possesions is the
know it she callin my name Runnin round tellin bitches she my main trying to get some fame And thats the game so you gotta respect that And respect my
Expedition Look in my eye, you see realness The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims My name ringin, chain swingin, ain't richest? Are
three things So on microphones I let my nuts hang like John Homes And took so many niggas out I should change my name to Chaperone D-Mac and Laylaw know
t my style A bastard cause I told your moms you really ain't my child Bitch I pulled out, like I did with the MAC millie Fool with the tool, get abused
the safe so they see a nigga change Fifty mo stacks now they know a nigga name Nah the game ain't the same my attitude thru the roof I'm bout to take my
