O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers.. B-I-G still talkin through the voice of I For Tupac they yellin ra-da-da-da-da-da Not a Blood or a Crip but I put drugs on
da maternity ward to tha morgue, I count my blessins It's a game I should but can't afford but I ain't stressin' I'm E-S-in 4 mines it's all gunna pay
bury me Drinkin' Hennessey, full of herb, mentally I'm gone Ready man to ride for my side if they right or wrong A.T.L. bitch, A.T.L. bitch New Orleans
man i'm sqeackin out tha barre I'm rollin' foreign car drank in my jelly jar What'z up Noke D. what'z up Dolla Bill(Maan!!) I'm higher than a hill I'
Lo) I'm Sittin Here Lookin Out Da Window Yea I'm Lookin At Da Wind Blow Shawty L.O I'm Head Of Da Team D4L Man I Made Up My Dream Bankhead And I Came
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez! (Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez) 4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez! (Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez) 4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez! (4 Da Shorteez) 4 Da Shorteez-
I be comin' up wit da glock toy You can stop, boy You ain't heard I'm off tha block, boy Chipp-pedy chop, boy Off in ya cut is where I'm layin' Ready
, world wide hustler R O C, D P G motherfuckers B I G still talkin' through the voice of I For Tupac they yellin' ra da da da da da Not a Blood or a
limit soldiers I thought I told ya We no limit soldiers I thought I told ya We no limit soldiers I thought I told ya I'm a no limit motherfuckin' soldier
ball 'Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I
I ain't lie, I tell da truth, man That's a damn fact how he work his hip Like that A K sound and broke his back They know I'm Low Ben, had dough, the
They say I hate ya but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a dust taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be no faker, I play wit' my
out, I'm the E-U-R-I-P-I-D-E-S and I'm F-L-Y You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix, these reasons I'll tell you why You see, I'm five foot
J-Mack [Hook:] It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it) Wooooooooooo (I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind) It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on
Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it) Wooooooooooo (I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind) It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it) Wooooooooooo (Swishahouse
the captain with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, ***** I
I'm chillin" (x 8) Fergie & Pharell: Im Chillin in da houseeee rollin in da carrr coolin in da clubbbb drinkin at da bar.. drink-drin-drinkinn (x2) The Game: g to the a to the m
when they say these thing I where da 4-5 in L.A. like I'm A.C. Green [Chorus] I'm da rawest most Gutter In da street with da fiends and da Coke Cuttas