Lyrics:
made 60 bands off a 30 dolla phone
I can't em put em on, ni**as they gone try to cheat
Sliden through the city by my self, ion need no help
Olo dolo
why'all cats need to fall back
Holler! at your boy if you want to get rich
I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds
Well they one
brother you could never get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav
And crackin em up with the word of the wise
I be
If he aint spending money
Tell that pussy nigga bye
Cause I'mma spend a milli
On that pussy if it's mine
Girl I'mma spend a milli
On that pussy if it's
on the planetarium
My dog died a kind sympathizing veterinarian
Should tell you that your life is fucking over when you bury 'em
Leaves from the vine
Falling in so
Plus I'mma Bad Boy, I'm more like a bad man
Put mo' nigga's in pits than Brad, man
Can't dodge bullets? Too bad, man
Shit, I'd a copped
joy
Through all the shit we've been through you know I'm still your boy
You know I'ma ride we still got each other
Taking care of lil' brother you my
for 10 G's
(Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P's
Parents please, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in
about it
Little argument, I probably hook that's how I go about it
Word though, I tell your bird whoa
Easy on the brain, slurp slow
Girl I'm swerving
it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, tell me
Go ahead,
'em, grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing them elbows, boy, drop that hammer
Juiceman, Paul, Lord infamous and Crunch
I dare you niggas to throw the first
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
I'm rocking that boat
And you ain't blocking my goals
And they tryin' to see what I'm doin'
I tell em' they can't it's out of they scope
Been down, I
you can die slowly
Poisonous get your boys in this I take em by the dozen
Nigga I get devious that was my little cousin
Nigga I'm just sick in
'em, grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing them elbows, boy, drop that hammer
Juiceman, Paul, Lord infamous and Crunch
I dare you niggas to throw the first
Of the lilies in the valley of my heart
Leave, and take these pictures to the pawn shop
Tell 'em you want the same amount of money that the one got
Pull up
'm lazy
Tell Ben that it something about Mary and clearly (what)
I'm so outta here you can say a nigga spacey (damn)
Pocket full of papers so I'm finnin
pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000
em' do you think
You could take the heat?
It's funny cuz' I ain't ask for this
I ain't want to be the
Poster boy for the genre, a pastor this
I just
way for you
Would you mind, if I make, you my two
Tell me why, would you choose, to live your life without me
Shawty I know you want someone (Oh oh)
You gotta bring 'em back cos I'm going crazy
I go insane with your name up in my brain
Things will never be the same you ain't up in my frame
So
tell you
Shit that I done seen please
Believe they gon' fail you
In your time of dire needs street
Dreams they gon' sell you
Take you to a place where
Ward-down to ride down wit us
[Pimp C]
Nore and Ross breakin' 'em off
'cause when they think they winnin' fucked boy your lost
I like the rye white
to go out
Even take their boys with `em cause they know their boys will go out
But when it comes to facing some time
They`re like crying like weeping,
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