my brain I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many hos on my
Roc for the fame Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through
my head Don't fuck for recreation but I'm good in the bed (good in the bed) Tony Snow, I keep big blow (blow!) My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low (low
100 in the fast lane Windows wide open Screaming I'll fuck the world My baby mama tripping, my son need Pampers I'm [Incomprehensible] for a cigarette My lungs need the cancer My
me I'm not cooked coke But I feed the dope-fens Hip Hops in My blood Like Veins that Ivy's The son of a hustler Y'all follow my lead My shows sold out
How do I bubble if I don't get out and hustle? I'm in the wind put the spud on my muzzle Put on my hood, grab my gloves and my shovel Tie up my boots
the big k ground hang on my nine still blowing line mother reach other swan yeah i'm on the low low docking pigs .. solo still i'm blowing that .. my
Drivin down the freeway Lemme drop my top, turn up my pac Now close ya eyes, picture me rollin' through ya block Holla back baby, my Chevy clean but my
the show Any way I made my name on this scene as a teen And these broad page, pages that you seen that's just me Because my PR you no ruth down there
Oh!) Now what that means is my crew wants a street team My crew wants a video so they can be seen And that was my dream since I was pre-teen But as I
And to pretend She's over bored and self assured I know, I know A dirty word hello hello hello how low? hello hello hello how low? hello hello hello how low
that can teach my pops Watch my pockets increase ta knots Play the low so I speak ta cops Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and Broncs Ice in my piece
nigga in your video I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes And niggaz know, I be on the low But I miss my dawg and I twist my drawer I'm not that nigga
chrome my rims and ice my chain, fly clothes and free hoes is the price of fame. [Big L] (verse 2) Yo, you know the game plan, C-town thats my main
from blowing Chris Crocker! (ouch!) Nigahiga is classic like an episode of ?Family Guy?. By watching ?How to be Gangster?, I feel I?m pretty fly. My cat freakin bit my
with the peer pressure (You gotta find a way to deal with) As a young black teen, everyday I deal With the pressure and mixed up is how I feel I walk
vest, I had the Tef', broke my right arm runnin, Mag in the left run out of breath, just like Clark Kent jumped in the payphone, "Hello, my shit broke
