all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all 'Cause that's what I'm doin
damn clean I'm giving haters the blues Ain't too many players that play the game like I do I'm getting rap money and gettin' street money too Yeah, Jack, I
to my kids when I'm gone And nigga that ain't cologne It's the smell of this money I'm just trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch
me Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's beef Three long kicks the hinges flew off Kids sreamin' they happy faced slapped blue, maxine head off It's
When I try to stay sick, it's ya cub grafted six Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's I'll When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, buddah chill
't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't listen no disrespecting he (now back to me)It's kind of sad That that's all I want to be A member of the game Rappin
I'll address y'all this time Make a statement that's on my mind Brothers scared of revolution should be Thinkin' of the way that we could be Miss blue
that's kicking our brothers Much as I smoke the duchess and model chicks that cut us And motherfuckers that love us Their enemies want to touch us I'ma
G's up yeah [chorus] [verse 2] [young d] Its ya boy young v Got these girls all on me What else can i say If i wasnt me id want me So rich We play
I'm all that son Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done So don't fake moves, cause I never fall That's how I'm livin, hey yo I
beat me No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me That's why, I never listened to a thing he said And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him
caper My family's happy everything is new Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do? That's why (Love's gonna get you) (Love's gonna get you) (Love's
Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, what the deal, nigga? Gold D, Dig Dast, what's goin' down? What's goin' down? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's the
We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains You know what I'm sayin, fuck dat What? You wanna make a song about death Squeezin on a neck until it's
gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains You know what I'm sayin, fuck dat What? you wanna make a song about death Squeezin on a neck until it's
your mind unless you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's when I escape these walls, and I...
I hang you on the wall like an art gallery. You got short salary. and I got long money. I got cash money. I got young money. Bitch. [DJ Drama] (See, I
's turnin We live in a place so cold boy my fire's burnin I'll keep my enemies beware close so I can see For I sit and watch my best friends turn they
