I could talk about some ounces in a backpack. Talk about a fitted, talk about a snap back. Something simple, or something real abstract. About the war, talk about
Or I could talk about some ounces in a backpack. Talk about a fitted, talk about a snap back. Something simple, or something real abstract. About the war, talk about
up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh) I'm talkin rent money (Uh), I'm talkin bank money (Uh) I'm talkin Martha Keats step
t gonna Say nothin' because shit doesn't always go as planned I'm gonna do what I do wit my hustlin cuz I know Somewhere out here they got a mill I'm
, now I'm BACK~! [Chorus] [R. Kelly:] Up in the club still poppin the Cris' Still back it up whenever I talk shit Man I'm worth about a billion but
[SIX PAC] Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise 'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots
I Talk To The Lord Some Times I Talk To The Devil Some Times I Smoke That Purple And It Takes Me To Another Level Some Time's I Think About Pussy But
nigga, pour me Sippin' slow 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
have it You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
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
man Zeke is doing 3 they said he ran a Ecstacy ring YOU KNOW WHAT A ECSTACY RING IS?!?!?! HUH?! I don't wanna talk about it my man Sarge is making $4,
haze in a dutch Stay drunk off that shit Wayne keep in his cup And I hate y'all YouTube niggaz When the cameras on, talk about what you gon' do to niggaz
(verse 1) Laborginis Ferraris & Bentleys we boats and jetskis Cristal Don-P tha kush the P.T. two facts about me bitch ask about me big cats around
takin' flicks [Tony Yayo:] GGGG G Unit yeah [Verse 7: Tony Yayo] Its the Talk Of New York homie I stay in the hood Lodi Mack got the Mac so I'm always
if you not ask your girl what I asked you And when she tell about the way I freaked her here's the number to my beeper [Verse 2: Mac] Check it, look
high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill
