to cut off ties To any other chick I used to mess with Keepin it real, cause you the real one, that I wanna step with Chorus - in background This song
house Hah, everybody for some reason wanna be a gangsta You don't know nuttin about bein no gangsta [freddie foxxx] Worrrrrrrd up! aiyyo check this out This
laughin he said 'this nigga think he better than you' so i kicked a freestyle, and in the meanwhile this nigga soakin up game tryna copy my style gave him a hundred
'd wanna hold on. So give me one good fucking reason why I should tighten my grip, I'll give you hundred of reasons that you should abandon this ship
trash out) Make ya wanna throw up Look at all this garbage I keep generatin' (Come on) I sit around all day and watch it biodegradin' Bet there's a hundred
mess I gave up all for nothing I tried my best And failed There's a thousand million reasons Never to share again This is how it all begins This
true holy book in your hand. Singing in latin nobody understands. Licking wafers paper thin. Ah, stupid christian isn't it grand? Is that your reason for this
but this is what I goes on inside my head [Chours 2: spoken] the cerebrum is the part of the brain which is responsible for thinking, reasoning, problem
we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang And 9 trey
, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang
, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang And
one love baby, you deserve all this (The L! The L! The L!) for the Lexus that we always push (The O! The O! The O!) Six hundred for that onion a kush (
on cleatus Mess up that drank you drankin Puff on that weed you smokin My niggas ain't never jokin And I came to get you open off this weed... [Chorus
Brother and sisters We are here for one reason And one reason alone To share our love of music I present to you Country music without produce, hey Country
to perfection, I hung it inside my cell It's in your hands now, closed eyes, pick off (?) departing Leaving you this letter and this worldwide fucking mess
day I'm leaving I'm done here i'll see you on the hundred dollar weekend [Dizzy Dustin & Andy Cat] (scratches) Get on this (scratches) What what...get on this
all my blow Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot
shuffle and the roper dope Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down (LL Cool J) Three hundred and fifty seven reasons