talkin' all that Old silly ass bullshit. (Ali) Up next, Kujo!!! (Kujo) Niggas hate me cause I'm nice in the game And got a style priceless like ice
still playin' silly games Now why do I put up with all this child's play? Now if your word is all you have then you ain't worth a damn thing Promises
Hogan High She had some hard ass cousins that wasn't wit it They went out they way to make sure that I didn't get it But now tricks is for kids silly
be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids Poor kids just 'cause they were poor kids Left 'em on they porches, same old story in New Orleans Silly
theater We in the cut, the cinema was mediocre Take her to the crib so I can stroke her Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in Close range, I throws game
showdown, in yo' town Let everybody know you my ho now I'm feelin' way too cool off the gin and juice I'm 'bout to fuck my bitch and her friend too Damn
One] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got these kids
Vic Yeah, They both got silly Lil Twist, I get silly I'm the king of the city Young Money, Young Mullah Yeah, The kid in this thang Grown men in this game
syrup shit well let's get rich I got too many knots I couldn't put it in a box (DAMN!) 6 months really a nigga actin silly made a 150 when I put it in
em he'd be just another bush surrounded by orkids...poor kids just because they were poor kids, left em on their porches same old story in new orleans...silly
re still playing silly games Now why do I put up w/ all this child's play Now if your word is all you have Then u ain't worth a damn thing [Chorus:]
blaze, and hit hard like Willy Mays Since my kiddy days, grew up with thugs who were really crazed Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth 150 proof
, bitch! [Layzie Bone:] It's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal
flares School bus on my right, kids laughin' with brown and gold hair Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife From the house work that I did, to the kids
no second chance And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance The game is to exploit young ghetto kids A straight pimp game, and there ain't no