Lyrics:
Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip
Get in the whip, it's a wrap
(Lloyd Banks)
Nah fuck that
(50 Cent)
Man, you done hit the nigga
clothes you feel so grand
Nowhere man, nowhere man
Take a look at yourself……you're a fuck of a man
And day by day your looking back
To see what you have
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna
in Paris fashions
Prolong the twilight of their passions
In mad pursuit of romance
Every gay mademoiselle
Is disarming some Maharajah
With
when my tongue is there
Your lips, up and down your back and every single hair
It all makes up the beauty of your grand design
Every man has got
I am the Grand Wizard Man
Born hard leader of the Ku Klux Klan
I am the Grand Wizard Man
Looking for a reason not to shoot you in your head
I am
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand?
Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out
You know, I been a guest in a lot of great places in my lifetime
New York City, Carnegie Hall
Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennesse
West Plains,
Hope the Coast Guard trippin', man, I hope them bitches float
Know some real life niggas smuggle diamonds in the Ghost
When they praying for
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
that Glock, man
Still let that motherfucker pop, man
21
See Savage he be with them apes
Play with this shit, you get ate
Bitch, I be covered in
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
I'm running from the man
I'm running from my flag
I made love to my lady before I packed
I left her while she slept
I put eighty-seven grand cash in
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Frankie
Sunday morning
Here in the car
I had a vision of you in the world
Leaving you with the man
of your dreams
And a word for your tune
Don't get
Okay
She like that Fashion Nova shit
Yeah, she in that type of shit
She like that Fashion Nova shit
Yeah, she like that type of shit
She like that
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whats happenin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it is man?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
the law
Turn, take 10 paces then draw
What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale
[Dr. Dre]
Yea, yea
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
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