you baby I got mine You'll get yours, everyday Hear what I say, come on, yeah Oh, I got my baby (You get yours) Don't you know I got my baby (You get
floor Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures pelvics Speeds through space and cracks blast Astronaut helmets Face it, motherfucker I can pay to get rid of you I've got
you got enough jewelrey on your body to buy a Ferari I'm like Ruben "I'm Sorry" but I don't stutter Matter call me Frank love cause I'll let her fuck
what I've been to, it's real Sign by the 'Ville, dude without a deal With God I'm survivin, it's not about drivin the Benz I got the ends, but I still
rights but i was broke so i had to sell coc to get my swagger right I'm the hustler cause I've been hustling for half my life anything I'm hustling I
be found I wont just stab your back I've got blueprints for attack and it won't be quick, i'll tell you this I think you know me better than that with
inner selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the
get cash for yourself I think I'll go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean As bad as the shit might seem, I got a get-right team Nigga, sensing myself and I
can't move me I find my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I've never heard of you You've heard of me, I'll murder you Spit shells at your convertable
, On the mantlepiece - And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch, Her warmth... She's a lady, she's got time, Brush back your hair, and let
unselfishly I still want to share mine And what you choose to do is on you You've got to stand on your own feet cause I ain't got but two I can't knock
let me show how lifes a Bitch I went through drug money hustlin every day to get a taste Through gun or blood money Killin niggaz back then for a small face Got
seem, dream I've got along way to go but I know that there's no dream to big or to small Always shook with the moment Cause if you fall short I'll promise
, dream I've got along way to go but I Know that there's no dream to big or to small Always shook with the moment Cause if you fall short I'll promise
coke and Diesel I put them birds in you, out of the eagle I dont say your name on record, I'll holla when I see you See me I'm nice with mines, most the
Dropped the baton Sunday waves and makes faces at us all the time And I'm wondering what I call mine Sunday waves and makes faces all the time And I'm wondering what I call mine
of the box 'Cause I'm not gonna be anybody that I'm not I always knew this day would come When I got off my back, found some motivation I've been living