all my people all of my peoples everything A-okay (its all good) We been waitin way to long so tell the dj can play my song(put it on) all my people all
better if you relax and and chill So my seat back for weed naps, we need that, for real I took my heart and put it all out on a CD You now riockin with
patience feel it on top of the world just graduation now .. cause there ain't no other option fly to connecticut and put it up for boston i put it on
it on top of the world just graduation now .. cause there ain't no other option fly to connecticut and put it up for boston i put it on for my city always
's the matter with your clothes Coke Life did you put it all in your nose Coke Life every body can't be on top Coke Life call me when it's time to cop
it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro'); Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it
. Fishner Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha Put in on the stove bake it like a pie Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5 When niggaz snortin' that
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this
[Mac] Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. You can't see me It's like that in 96 y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just
as planned I'm gonna do what I do wit my hustlin cuz I know Somewhere out here they got a mill I'm gonna get it I ain't waitin on the bitch to come to
I'm tearin it down Chopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds SK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's All you can do is put it on your fuckin
Atlanta, got a mill' out there Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in here Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin beer The boy only pour on that ace
Feelin one-eight-seven That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission to check a mill and still be real Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on
anybody did it Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it Prolific hard-core shit I gotta spit it The hardest admit it put my heart in it I ain't trying
4-5 So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump and put one in your bitch and put
We hit the road and get the snow money Bring it home, take it to the mall, blow money Hit the strip club, take it out, throw money Then get back up on
