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Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay
Bentley said to Craig "Let him have it Chris"
They still don`t know today just what he meant by this
Craig fired the pistol, but was too young
This is the business
Prepare to take witness
To the type of ish that we on, we on
By the time that you get there
We already been there
We done
By Walter Egan and Chris James

How come everyone says we're fine
It looks so different here inside
Too many nights we fuss and fight
A whole lotta
Patty cake patty cake I'm baked my man
Kick it on your street like bad Chris and them garbage cans
Awww man, them bitches think I'm ballin
So they
know it's part of the green bags
Visualize the shepherd and the green jets
Wait until I get on the haters is gonna hate it
And miss young Chris
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head

All my niggas T.T.G. they Trained To Go shawty
Kick a door shawty
Lay down on da floor shawty
y'all ain't feel a nigga
Had it out with Chris he still my nigga
Sat down,civilized talk about it like niggaz
So I ain't never been served get ya facts
my G
Down in Vegas watching Snow on MTV
So mister overseer can you please set me free
I said the robbers sped off in a MPV
Ask Danny P, Chris Black
So many starvin' Marvin Garden, claimin' MC see
But he's a seedless greed, makin' pace in the RV
It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be
And I'd never take that for granted
He's blessed me for so many things
A wonderful family, friends
I thank God for listenin', let me pour my
getting trapped in the light by fixation
Truly free, love it baby, I'm talking no inflation
Too many war wounds and not enough wars
Too few rounds in
niggas on it
That cellphone that I bought
Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers
So it leaves me to wonder
Why do I still promise to love her?
Free from paying them bills
Free to come and go when ya feel
Most of all, free from them haters

Verse 1:
[Willie D]
So many problems that exist in my
(So many other ways)
But baby you belong with me
(Ohh, ohh)

Hey baby girl what's your name who you with?
Do you do wanna get down with this pimpin'
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Wait hold up hold up hold up hold up
We gonna put it down for texas one time
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so
to the seat covers
In the head-rest you looking at Chris Tucker
Money talk, bullshit walk
Broke mulfukkas
White folk, ween born with the money we hunt
So when
motherfuckin' busy.
So many spins my records is motherfuckin' dizzy. 
Haters wanna turn to their girl and be like, "Who Is He", 
But I bet a million she tell
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who you mad at? Me or yourself

Gold chain, gold chain
Gettin' money gon' watch this hoes chance
I'm in the party got
Stayed in danger, cause I played with strangers
Was born and raised by gangstas, taught by the hood
Proud of my block, everyday fought for
you sound like Chris Rock
You ain't got no rocks you ain't signed by the rock
Bitch ass get geeked punk I'll drop you off
You can't dribble the rock you
the morning and I see dollar signs
Said shawty wanna rolling, I’m like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine
So why you
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Wait hold up hold up hold up hold up
We gonna put it down for texas one time
Boi I got so many
Boi I got
Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up

(DJ Paul)
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit
The Three 6 show no love we quick