and pops tripped and slipped into the split Now the days got tight cause this nigga wasn't gettin shit The old fools down the block said: you're dumb
, Gots the picture it's still for the money son, And if you're bailin' through compton you betta bring a gun, Chrous: 2x Verse2: boom bam I deliever
chicken and we're flickin' And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin? I hate the ones that don't suck no I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
the big game Dive in a pile of riches, fly bitches Chain fridged when you, make it to the big game Get money, big money, big fame Spot packed out, and
me It's dedicated to my first wife Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen She's just fat, hit me Too nasty, I said now big dumb you You bacon skin Just fat but
[Verse 1:] Now every club promoter wanna bid like auction Cause we pack show Cel-tics like Boston You see me in the lobby taking pics I'm flossin After
hoes lickin' they fingers Bring this competition and face this meanin' Got your whole crew doing subpoenas Hell nah, you ain't seen a crew genius Murder whoever's between us, pack
this competition and face this meanin' Got your whole crew doing subpeonas Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius Murder whoever's between us, pack
mc's breathe (none) I'm sick of this, here's my final dis Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this Chorus: 2x [eminem] My smith and wessy got you
Chorus - 2x] Last night I almost got shot on my block Not the block where I live at, the block where I chill at Where I keep it real at, and used to pack
, I can't cross the border Never feminine, everynight don't park the six Right in front of tenimens Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks With the shotguns to shot, right through 2
my jaws I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff Off a brick of hash mixed with acid hits Like sick cracker shit Get back dumb birds I ignore the hype
Pat Green: We were just dumb kids With a six-pack That a bad fake ID bought Sittin' on the living room couch Hopin' that we didn't get caught Brad Paisley
that I ain't really fuckin around* Yea... Yea, walk with me now *Live raps crack ya jaw (Live raps crack ya jaw)* Yea, walk with me now... [Verse 2:
Check 1 2 ,1 2, 1 2 You like that Uh, bitch gon' get down on the flo' You ain't gettin' paper what you twerkin' it fo'? All I see is a bunch of ones
establishment Im gone, this is my two week notice Verse 2 I?ll be a fool if I took u back boy Even though I love u I cant be that dumb Cause I can
the last laugh Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass Watch me burn, can't miss my turn Like, do you want it? IT'S YEARN! X 2
's all about makin' records Chorus x2 [maestro fresh wes] You want to see pandemonia rip Well you're melodious shit You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing