the baby cast like that, though, son? Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and
niggas stay frontin' Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no jury on Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silver-backs fun through a pack of your wolves Front on
on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude Know I
From S-P to West-P to Logan The planet is a parachute, I got 'em open Aiyyo I'm out there, aiyyo I'm still out there Worldwide yo I'm still out there
always gettin' me into somethin' Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin' Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin' Rows gold in my grill, I
[Kanye West] Yeah, yeah I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was so sick, I shoulda
Kanye West] Yeah, yeah - I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin' ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was so sick, I
vest It feel good with my son on my chest I wanna quit but I?m one of the best Fuck around, I might run to the west Lay low and get blunted to death
I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' In front of that called the police on me when I was just
, come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, wassup nigga? First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West side
Uhh! Say my name baby Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little I'm drinkin' babies, then I cracks
I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I (Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah?) Puff why try? I'm a thug, I'ma
seldom sighted I'm divided into two parts, I got two hearts Two heads, I'm ahead, ahead one of the better bred Know you're thinkin' I'm gonna be I got
' I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin' the turf Straight to the dirt We niggas known for puttin' in work I make it all go down right In front of your
could be my fuckin' death blow Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know I ain't got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo' Before I can let the
24 bitches standin in the line pantin' Waitin for a chance to get a piece of the man no im im not sayin ima pimp i simply do what i can do what i can
's Mack 10 an' let you niggas know I'm gung ho Baby, I guess, maybe I can get with your program With hunnit spode tonas on my front an' back Broham Hit