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you all around the world

Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can
was wack
And you're all I need, even Jamie know that

[Chorus]

[The Game]
You know what they say, more money more problems more drama
Means more
smokin'
And, everybody was drinkin' and niggas don't be thinkin'

Hey yo, I be the man dangle, handle bilingual
Shit's so hot, it might be the first single
the crowd and spit fire

[Hook: both]
That's right, we 'bout to flaunt
All day and all night
Give you what you want
Got you thinkin that we stinkin
'cause we
Bentley
With the rims you can sit in
Or the Enso with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how
bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep
know, I know)
Why'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders
You were there
When it got heavy, I held it
You were there
You so selfish
I don't really care what the say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' [3x]

H-you-S-T-L-E-are, Hustla
Up in Detroit, yeah we
while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' laughin', to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get
take in the woods
Thinkin' what's good, things that I can't change I should
Things I can't, need to be understood
Th-this is the bliss, I used
Drivin rose, Bentleys and better
The street contemplate the terror, the rhymes sever
And overdose speak broadcastin niggas leakin
Probably thinkin, I
while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin laughin, to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin
shoulders
I'm thinkin' I could brush it off and nobody notice
Keep raisin' my kids, Whitney, Jeffry, and Jordan
Keep coppin' new whips, Bentleys, Benzes,
in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young
we'll be together (C'mon)
No matter where he goes, I'll be thinkin' of him
I'm gonna love him, I'm gonna love him

[Eve]
Yo, Yo, this nigga lookin'
this game go

If I wasn't a boss don't know what I'd be
Was nineteen years old in the club with no ID
I just need to flex, then she comin' home with
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
To all the kings with diamond rings
And the slept on power to pull some strings
I know you're thinkin I'm the last survivor
and down, I ain't talkin' my ways
In tha bentley gettin' my hair done, I ain't talkin' bout braids
Shorty, tell me what your name is?
Playa, tell me what your
and sniffers 

Take me for example, least I made it 

You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it 

By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young
friends would treat me now
If I was iced up with a Bentley and a house

That's why fake-ass niggas get fake-ass digits
And fake-ass players get a real
me)
I got to understand you, 
cause that's what gets me by, in my life

From a part of the Bronx, to the heart of the burbs
From a dyslexic,
me)
I got to understand you, 
cause that's what gets me by, in my life

From a part of the Bronx, to the heart of the burbs
From a dyslexic,
me)
I got to understand you, 
cause that's what gets me by, in my life

From a part of the Bronx, to the heart of the burbs
From a dyslexic,
I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & bentleys
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and dentyne
See what I mean livin' with the scum