I'm sayin'? I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand? You need
on the tombstone, write on it, "Told you so" Check my portfolio, I was poor then rose to dough KNow what I'm about in a drought I score, overflow I'm
hood, and them niggas that was fakin' before I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle In the tanktop
I'm lying if I ain't correct, they call me Doc I'll give you dog shots, but I ain't the vet And I got dough so I ain't upset I threw the drop on, Michael
(feat. Rock Marciano, Vordul ) [Casual] It go; gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer I live on the block, where
' baddest women and I'm straight Back up with the flames BITCH I'm Paper Made [C-Bo] I still scream "Fuck the World" _Til My Casket Drop_ I give a fuck
Who need ya, you don't need me, I don't need you either Dats why my next Lex gon be a 2-seater Shit I used to do for you, had you looking beautiful, now
R&B I first ignore ya Fuck Heavy D, cause "I Got Nothin But HATE For Ya"!! I'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you? I'm laughing smashing you like a bottle
hip-hopper, you know the name I ciggedy-can't explain (why niggas beefin in the game) You see, I niggedy-never get shocked when a nigga get wet Tiggedy-talk that shit, I guess you
Brando in Apocalypse I'll burn you like the eyes of cyclops when he drops his shades You can't stop the blades You get crushed like you're in the back
shit I didn't know it I didn't see it I never saw it until i was actually in it You really gotta be in it To understand what its like But you always gotta
can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh) what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh) what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh) what can you do (oh), I can
truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had
to rock Fila, bettin like I'm Eli With Houston your style in need of boostin Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, you know you're losin I put my dues
the 40 deuce so here's the story, kid ya bore me, don't ignore me you gettin kills in my territory You think you're clever sun, but you never sun gonna
the young'n The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where I'm from 'n' Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin Since I'm livin rough I
you for pennies, young man! (You'd better!) I think theres something you should understand I try to be nice and help the poor make money And since I know you need it, I
like birds of a feather Drugs are like pleather You don't wanna wear it No need to ask that question Just don't mention You know what the answer is [POS:] Now I