Yeah I seen 'em come through here a couple times I didn't think nuttin' of 'em, you know what I'm sayin' But that shit you don't talk that huh? That shit
find a white girl with a*** like that? Say it to my face, I can't pimp Ain't a corner on this earth that I ain't been Tap my pockets, I'm fat on spinach
ain't doin' no time A thought ran across my crazy-ass mind I looked in his face, he looked like shit Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch! (Bring
be But ain't no sucker gonna get past me. Some guys are jealous Of my style and class, That's why some end up on their -, I didn't come here lookin
in my tomb Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx I make a joke, hokey pokey, slide by like egg yolk Play me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker Snoopin' in my biz like
Baby sing relax and feel him What you give, where you are You won't give it, you wouldn't start, oh Just screamin' want that old thing back Like I double
the mall And I know you ain't fuckin' her You fucked with me last night that's my Best friend and we don't get down like that Yeah muthafucka this is
scene Ain't no player in the streets who play the game like me You tight? You might be, but like me? That's unlikely Better hose it down 'cause I holds that
me get off that weed, I'ma keep smoking on that thai Nigga, fuck that, I'ma keep hittin' that (Puff puff) Till my lung collapse, what's wrong with that
We don't wait in line and we don't stand around We in clubs and we draggin actin brand new Actin like he never seen my face and I ain't got loot They
slayings That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang It ain't no way, I dump
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang It ain't no way, I dump and let
price Yoke that's nice, that's me The one that's scared of a scuffle, you The one that say, "Baby girl, I love you" you The one that talk about hustling, never seen
business [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] You ain't the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brollic, dot it But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace Honest. Stealing +BIG
shots round the big apple Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you Would of sworn he was the throughest, came threw like the prettiest Big
my bowls I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys Ya ain't about to shit on my nigga I got watches I ain't seen in months Apartment at the Trump
get a broke nose That's ya fate when we congregate It's the great writer, Exponium big spider Tighter than virgin cocks, At the mall like dispurge a lot Like
2 (Mr. G-Stacka) I done seen some niggas in Impalas sittin' cold I done seen some niggas in Expedations ridin' swolle I done seen some Astro vans with some rims so big