a killa Sweet Jones Story Know what I'm talking bout? P-I-M-P I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know
killa Sweet Jones Story Know what I'm talking bout? P-I-M-P I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know
s- 'member Me- I'm The One That's Creased- Old English Letters On My Crisp Red Tee.... [Davina:] I See You Papi- U Know U Lookin' Good- I Love To See
hustla (Feel me) [Drag-On] By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, and this kid spit fire light And the bitch I don' fucked like last night, I
When I shoot I never miss and if I played the bass I'd probably pluck it like this... People wanna know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care So I keep
my cannon on me Dont forget the dope 'cause I'm a lay you where you standin' homie Hoe if you know me, you know what I'm about Act like a snake bit my
my styles man you know Here I come man, the minor set-back for the major come-back You know what it is, C.M.G. my click S.U.C. to the fullest, I'm so
plots and plans, pots and pans Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped But I know a crew of
I hit your ass, I'm talkin' to the nigga named Ya-Fat Fuck the UNLV, I'm down with PNC And I roll with them niggas off that C.A.B My nigga, Eazy-E, look
the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat Who out there I swear boy
scram I pimp across the land Better read ya' motherfuckin' press telegram Snoop Dogg told me that Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track
a fuckin' hood yo [Chorus] [T.I.] I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+ I'll knock ya off
when I cocka I'm still a soldier my nogga Catch me G. T and D corner I be N-O L-I-M-I-T till I D-I-E [C-Murder] Time to check my mutherfucking cream
I said : 'fuck college!' I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack And the game that I spit'll put your bitch on the back I'm dressed to kill I
it used to be, D-O-G-G P-O-U-N-D G C, For life, two times till I die, Oh I, Oh I Life's a challenge when you die, What speaks for me, is the cash and
y'know who I am The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a damn I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram I pimp across the land Better read
the cool you know I'm saying A lot of niggaz out there hating, getting this shit twisted nigga (love you boy), I'ma ride for life [J-Dub:] Screw-U I'
