I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about
on I'm slowly drifting back I search for something that you stole I'd say it felt like as if i lost my soul But I'm happy now finally I'm home Tune in
the shittin' on us First Jayo, W.C. now I'm Mr. Ski Now, you gotta wonder what I do just to eat! What the streets come knockin' at the Label's door? What
let's do it E, what ha-ha The motherfucking young Don, H-A-W-K Day one niggaz, ain't that right Sensei Corleone (Corleone) ha-ha, Screwed Up Click C.M
Southside, H-A-W-K What, what, what... [Hook] I drop that hot shit that hot shit, you know it's going down The type of shit, that make your girl knees
me I'm not the plexing type But I'm no punk bitch no not quite, I'm pieced up and I bar no fight They chatter boxers, steady talking down on real G's
Unique)] Now when you speak about Grit, (say cuz you need to think about hits) We rock hard, like streets and bricks And when you think about boys, (I'm a nigga that
this baby, I like the way it's goin down When all that is around, slip slide ride Givin me love nice like Female I like, what I wanna give all night You
outside that's what doin' it is all about right inside outside inside outside that's what doin' it is all about now i'm a outsider but not like ponyboy i'm
's redrum where I'm from (Chorus)x2 It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And
nothin' else I could need) And I'm, singin 'cuz you're still so into me I got you, we'll be making love endlessly I'm with you (Baby I'm witchu), Baby
I'm from (Chorus)x2 It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we Don't, And We Don'
legend, an icon, a reptible Last time i seen him was at my Rapper's Ball video Pec you'll be proud of me pimpin', I'm doing my best Not only the Bay,
s time for me to talk about the killas ??? but can't forget about the MILLERS B-S-P, I-G and the DENVER LANES H 2-0's, SCOTTS DALE and the EAST PAIN LUEDERS
1: Ganxta Ridd] I'm Ridd rhyming, I'm non existant I'm just a daily, first to burn a convalescent I'm the example of learning less I'm spitting possible
my mind Stack my feddy, yes I'm ready I ain't even tripping, on the flow I'm deadly I can what wreck, I can what preach I ain't even tripping, yeah pull
It's Outlaw season baby, Boyz N Blue uh Here to serve and collect, you know what I'm saying Uh what, PJ check it out what what [PJ:] What's up motherfuckers
what about the hoes bow?- I keep em on deck S.O.D money gang L.B.W we up next And if it aint about no money then i aint talking to ya fake niqqas dont
