Lyrics:
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'
contact gimme a god damned
Ereytime your gal is in my mind
Ya need ta git it on tha line
And kick off tha hoe all tha time
But I don't really care what
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
was my lil' nigga
Lil' Bleek was my real nigga
I shared every meal wit' him
You know I had to deal wit' him (Fuck that)
Woodfox still in tha cell,
[mr. lucci]
Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco
Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold
I run wit 4 niggaz that's so cold and I
Uh, aye killa, let me tell you bout this girl I met
Hot lil' shit make a real nigga sweat
Stay on tha nawfside but I met her on tha west
She was
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
and it shol aint a weapon
cs i walkin by faith lord you know how im steppin
Still getting tempted by tha devil and this stress ain't helpin
But i know you
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
(Lil Tootie)
Nobody know tha bond we got
Shit nobody know tha mom I got
Not too many know I smile a lot
And cry a lot
I have no problem wit' gays
I
by tha train trax
Livin in tha robot
Working like a slave
Livin like a labrat
And I
Know
Its true
That were just
Like
Inside
This world
It fucking
shot guuun
(You here tha sound of my Shot guuun)
Background:Str8 jackin' for fuuun x2
Hook:( Mr.Shadow and Lil'Rob Together)
I'll jack yall up
Str8
Yeah, come see this nigga
Come see this ol' light-skinned motherfucker
I seen him and I'm addicted
Disturbing tha Peace is the clique
Please tell
(Fasho)
I'on even tryna write tha' letter (Letter)
I'ma lil' crazy trendsetter (For real)
E'ryone like me, wears a sweater (Sweater)
But I'm rollin' loud,
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
Fucc off my lawn
Who tryna ball?
I might turn you to a corpse
Its all i know
Shootin up tha fuccin blocc
And get a score
Checc me on tha leaderboards
Like ya just get cocked,
By them head got track,
Hit you with a gallaba treat like a virgin that wanna hit ya cherry mama,
I prefer tha white meat
(Chorus) B.G. 4x
Fuckin' with tha B.G.
Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me
Verse Two: B.G.
I ride dirty
stealing killing or chillin whatever your choice
Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it
Life if how you live it
I grab the mic while tha DJ groove it
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
THEY GOT ONE UP ON A
N*******
AYEEEEEEE
EVERYTHING GOIN MY WAY MAKE 20 THOUSAND IN A DAY
THROW A LIL MONEY ON THA STAGE JUST GOTTA NEW
CARTIER DRIP
planted tha seeds and help ease lil boys and girls ease
There minds and I ain't talkin bout smokin weed
Tha word is all you need follow my lead
I
The stronger it gets
With death life the longer it gets
I know it’s hard to admit
That you follow some bullshit
Swallow the wrong pill looking for mr bill
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