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Natchez to Mobile
BRFrom Memphis to St. Joe
BRWherever the four winds blow
BRI've been to some big towns
BRI've heard me some big talk
BRBut there is
Natchez to Mobile
BRFrom Memphis to St. Joe
BRWherever the four winds blow
BRI've been to some big towns
BRI've heard me some big talk
BRBut there is
Natchez to Mobile
BRFrom Memphis to St. Joe
BRWherever the four winds blow
BRI've been to some big towns
BRI've heard me some big talk
BRBut there is
little bitty fight
You're drunk and broken hearted
And it's twelve o'clock at night
And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans
But by God you got
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
will know when we blast it
Knock em off in the ghetto ready nigga let's go
Youngbloodz wit Three 6 swolled my whistle
I'm backdoor like lil joe now nigga
Piscataway, 8 Ki's I have we lay
Half today, my whole island like Gilligan its fast away

By the way, [whats up dawg] who's hardest
Probation over yeah, ima
You can't stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it, the world is in my pocket
You can't stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it, I want
gang
'Cause, I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way I get burned baby
Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red
Put 'em together
gang
'Cause, I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way I get burned baby
Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red
Put 'em together
niggas, break bread with the boy
Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I ride for my boy
It's
fuckin' plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin' up, 
Devastatin', grippin' the toilet, regergutatin', 
Like a fat ass rat, 
On a big ass
not Tito 
Have a couple babies, now let her get up 
If we prayed and respected by big and the little 
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame 
Get
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
not Tito 
Have a couple babies, now let her get up 
If we prayed and respected by big and the little 
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame 
Get
with Jada, Joe or Game (Game)
Diamonds in my chain (chain) a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage (uh-oh!)
Come here,
hotter than a flame
So it's no time for me to beef with Jada, Joe or Game

Diamonds in my chain, a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep
[Verse 1]
Step in the club with my air force ones
In the back of my bub, I got air force dones
Full of that red, white, and blue I'm amped up
Fake
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back,
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
stop, I hid the rock in my sock
Did my day and a half, now it's autographs I be signing
Instead of police papers
Caught scheming, not pulling capers,
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness 
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans 
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
calm when
I'm about to split your arm in
Put a hole so big in your noggin
That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in
You starvin'
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness 
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans 
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
Yeah
Bugzy Malone
You know
Watch this

I don't care if you can kickbox
You could be a big boy like Rick Ross
You could bring Joe Calzaghe