out and take my pick If you gotta enough game you can take my bitch I won't hate you, try to clown, I'll put you down 'Cause I got women all over this
with a million stash You other niggaz got this rap game distorted Giving DATs to the label, straight getting shorted Claim you're getting paid but I can't tell You
to tell But you don't know it yet, you havin' hella fun And when the shit hit the fan and you on the run You better pray if they catch your homeboy
be the same and We just wanna survive Chorus x2 Now you wanna save us and you want it all And you want the transmit, cause you want the call And you want
re playing on her side I loved you, triple spiral Father, Son, and Ghost But you left me in my darkest hour When I needed you, when I needed you Now
All you got is this moment 21st century's yesterday You can care all you want Everybody does yeah that's okay So slide over here And give me a moment
that you want me I tried to hide my feelings D-O-G's ain't supposed to feel like this You can call it what you want to But I don't even know what to
and Layzie Bone, the greatest niggas y'all (Layzie) Burna and Dub, you see Ain't none of you fake niggas gon' trouble me You catch me in this century
Yo, yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark? Are you? You hear the beat as it makes
nigga hittin' the gym Regular benchpressin' the bar, Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead, If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin'
nature's children dance and set a chance On this Mother Earth, which is our rock The time has come and work for soul, show you really got soul Are you
your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money
non believers Some of them wonderin' how they become under achievers One of the best, the perennial keynote speaker My guidance, you want it Come get it, I'll flaunt it And I will show you
got exactly what you need to do your thing when you pitching Guarantee to add a few layers of bling on your stitching Bein' teeded in your chest get you
knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face They say they want you successful But then they make it stressful You
bein caged in The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in 'Cuz here we want the head of Satan Durags
s out, man You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you?} {Kiss my ass, motherfucker, burn 'em Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you
the church used to hurt us, make somebody behave Like this devil up in office really worship and pray Like God speak to him and he does what he wants But you