Down] See we done made it No need to hate it, congratulate it Blowin' up with 263 cause' T-Mac he can't be faded Praise it, then elevated, don't underestimated
a showoff, my guns go off Kept it in the closet, damn it got to go off Took it outside, blazed it in the sky It wasnt just me, it was booze in my house
This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama fuck you and
't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Busta, I hit 'em up [Verse 3: 2Pac] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penintentiary steel
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change It wasn't nuttin like the game It's just me against
other shit. We takin this motherfucker over this larger hit. YaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. YaknowhatI'msayin? We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say I made it this far. Many
gettin high watchin time fly Best strategize on the way to profit Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it Then keep it poppin lot of busters
it Movin niggaz with telekenesis Keepin Channel 7 at work, filmin different features Leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown And to those who didn't make it
he used to pump crack on Guy Brew" "Before he blew" Then when they come through Sayin' whats up I'm like "Who are you" We ain't ever made no money together so we ain't
the pastor pray God forbid You don't know how hard it is Me and my brother we didn't come up like no Cosby kids We got together like "Man we got to rob
it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro'); Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me You see I'm on your crib it ain't a burglary homey They fin' to
back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him Ain't nobody gonna treat
of you with me I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in Tried it playing with the good but my
on swole Bitches know that we hogs So they dress like hoes They can come without them draws They don't get ner' dime And if you ain't with it, fuck yah Yah don't
(feat. Rick Ross) Ace Hood, rosay We the fucking best, maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for
there it is, game. I mean it's not like I'm sweating you because when it comes down to it, most of y'all females are the same But now it's your turn
