pressures on, wont fail nigga got too much to prove would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose say what you want about Joe but I stood my ground bitch
way you move ya body girl Make me wanna feel ya body girl Girl I know you want it, ain't no change for all these hundreds I'm about to make it rain, they should change
ya Lets make a movie baby Twista got cars Big swagger I'm a rock star like Mick Jagger And I got bars that I spit faster You a hot star no bitch badder
If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Face and body front and
we lunch We shoulda been together havin' 4 seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first class to change the
hotter with them frames on Nigga, you James Bond and you stay low You know my style babe bro, yeah, make dough Manicure, facial, face glow, fuck it if
boss since back when Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz Now they shut down the stores that I'm shopping Used to be train robbing, face covered
line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch Ye
We throw up dollar signs hoe My gun form outta town Make you change your state of mind hoe Lights out nigga Chorus: Its clap on clap off in this bitch
care, they've got no shame There was one guy who I'm sure felt a little strange When he found out that his wife had a sex change They have a tendency
a mil, blew a mil Still in the streets, that's how I live, I live It don't mean a damn thing Still got a little change, believe me comin' in Shit, I
Pranced in old, torn clothes Keep it real bitch, I ain't start off rich And I'm still mud-foot in, nigga shit ain't changed One word too many, get your
and leave the lames strangled. Flesh banged on 'em and I never did let up. Fandango you hoes! Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their faces
they face what you say Oh, nothin' busta hit him in his shit anyway, hey That's how we play still thuggin' ain't a thang changed Still the same name Leather Face
undeserved dollars I know you want a taste, I'ma bring it to your face Bring it to your face, say it to your face I hear your little chatter sayin' that
devil's tricks an how to run this shit I had a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you
Who the nigga with the gauge in ya face? It's Leatherface in the place, about to hit ya in ya bankroll All the niggaz that was poppin' before started