Cause your style is like dyin' in my sleep, I don't feel it 'Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand and a bottle of pain
whiskey, Poncho drink the wine He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine We met down on the fort of Rio Grande We met down on the fort of Rio Grande Eat
know it's cool And right now You rockin' to the sounds of Upside Down 2 Unh Okay, I got sixteen bars Fifteen left comin' Upside down Yeah niggas still on it I don't chase
my name no more but every time they gave me that mike he told them hos to let me go. dj trippa sucken on nipple pimpin on grands glen with cock pull that
and a necktie [Chorus: Unknown Singer] Falling from heaven in hell, spending our days Asking for Christ to come, and change our ways Cold in the night chasing
m hip to release ill units, I displays major soul The ? out, so soul stays rhythmatic to the static when it plays, levels from the bass They chase but
right, boys, the first class is in session Get a entertainment lawyer in the music profession Start up your own company, trademark the name That's gon' run ya about a grand
If I could take the time back, I would rewind back The day my cousin asked my gran where his mom at I want my aunt back and my dad too They killed Shawty
I can't wake up So I run and jump, someone yelled get that blunt Get that blunt, now I'm thinking this is major I've got a bunch of people chasing me
man He was chubba he was butta I snatched his jewelry and ran I caught up with Nate he said I think it's worth a grand He smiled then he cringled then
off our shoes relax sit on bed and watch the Looney Tunes But no, you want me take you out and wine and dine you But I ain't got no time to chase behind
Puma Remember Masters of Ceremonies, Grand Pubah Remember Daddy Kane Aids' rumor Yo, bring it back, yo Yo, at the Roller Rinks, no skates on Early 80s, girl chase
in Miami was a chick just like it She bent down, backed up and did the motor cycle Oh baby, you lookin' so fantabulaso You makin' me wanna chase you
live the life by the gun, most of us are livin' life on the run, sittin back gettin fat waitin for whats in the bible to come steady high speed chases
off, and throw off the law, turn, send ten shows that'll burn Whats left is a muthafuckin' dent in the alley Beanie Franks is the shit on the grand finale
the american dream, or the american scheme? that got me walking in these american streets? its kinda sad when you have to get a hernia, cuz you help your grand
bulletproof We fruits from a tree that was rotten to the root We wasn't supposed to make it our survival don't compute I had to chase the paper cause
blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat Got to dis 'em, food on my plate, blood on my hands Lesson number one if you plan for grands Follow my lead