) We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump) [Proof:] I ain't feel no games, homie don't even try We ain't bowin' down to no one we
punk) We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump) [Proof:] I ain't feel no games, homie don't even try We ain't bowin' down to no one
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me It ain't nuttin like the old school! (Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end) It ain't nuttin like the old school Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like
the race Heavy in the game, check the resident it's all the same Nigga, and we ain't hard to find [Tupac] Hell nah we ain't hard to find [C-Bo] The whole
, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame [Young Noble] Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out..lawz We
em hot, Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got, And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did, And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout
fully prepared We got them straps you niggas look at and flinch Ghetto nigga get rich, what you think I'ma get? We got that pump in that chopper, we got
lucky it weren't you Nigga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof, You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm on you This ain't tales of the crypt, nigga
[50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples
these track Screen in the Lac I done already did that Don't plex when I wreck, cleaning up the set Disrespect we breaking necks, we ain't playing a tet
track Screen in the Lac I done already did that Don't plex when I wreck, cleaning up the set Disrespect we breaking necks, we ain't playing a tet Bezzeltines
the games locked Retime on proof my taste, y'all can't see me Crab niggaz can't be me Broke bitches regardless y'all can't G me It ain't easy [Chorus
money don't need that You can keep that gossip can't you see that Stay locked on my mission Cuz most of these niggas in the world ain't thinkin' bout
is some proof tonight I?m lookin? for it in your eyes Ain?t no chuch bells ringing Ain?t no flags unfurled Just me and you and the faith we?re bringing
Got a trick for a proof, disappear on the same slang on 'em Bang on 'em, get ghetto James Bond on 'em I ain't seen nothing, I ain't heard nothing First
Queet call Kose Bitch over here frotin' Yo I want they're jaw loose We got more troops Get you hauled off juice Stop frontin' yo You ain't sawed off proof