Lyrics:
pizza
I should be sponsered by Lil Cesar
Got them banjos i don't need Visa
Free my little sister Deidra
Told my daughter
Don't follow be a leader
I'm
a eagle
Got mo cheese then some pizza
I should be sponsered by Lil Cesar
Got them banjos i don't need Visa
Free my little sister Deidra
Told my daughter
I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
scootin' buggy in my knee cap jeans
You got a gun but you're scared of me
I be on a beat and I
Don't even grow no tomatoes
You can't touch me like a
Really
Don't get frustrated, it's complicated, he always with his friends
Look, there he go, by himself, slippin', he in that Benz
(Nigga, get out the car, you
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
on me
Got's to be clever, when now they grindin' for your cheese
'Cause when it be comin to drama, my city's under siege
Watch who you're talkin
they stack ten
When you finally make one dollar
Their profit is Andrew Jackson ($20)
You skinny, they got plenty
The Benjamins? Before you see any
They
Austin, Elmo got paws in Boots
Maybe you should move to Boston"
But you get lost when you play like a punk
Pile on the Right Guard I got SERIOUS funk
happen to me if you stay by my side
They killing all my brothers with them bullets in the ghetto (paw)
They tryna hit us with them red dots (duh duh)
Only
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit, look at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass home girls
Done got your ass sent up the creek G
look at me now
Got ya man by the dick still holdin the crown
Yea baby that's him know he keepin the pounds (On deck)
Vv gang, got my neck on lit
Why you
I got all the badges in my hand now
Told you niggas I'm the king up in my damn town
Ain't talking items, I'ma get up in my bag now
Tell em put they
the same (yeah)
And you're looking way thinner
'Cause your hunger got you lookin' like they took away dinner
Sugar Ray Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a f-
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
someone else will mine your biz
Who got the inner G that VladTV is coming with
There's gold in you
The heat is coming
The summer the water boil
on nigga swagin in the chucks
mob niggas yea they always got they semi tucked
im bout that bag nigga I dnt need yo pennies bruh
im from niggas will kill you
leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (woo)
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole
leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (woo)
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole
the thing
I see it and don't see it
Up in here, dawg, before I
Go, it's just so crucial, man
Nigga can't even you don't
Whistle in the shower, in the pen
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