're my cow So what ya M.C's gonna do now? It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan You won't even get bread and water my man Gonna put you on the
like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, it's alright it's fine) (But my hips, these sweet
niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo boss's ass nigga Tre Little, bring it on [Tre Little] Tre Little
, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a Capricorn I really liked the girl
my ring All-all-all I do is win, man I'm on my Charlie Sheen [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Man all these boys my little sons, I know I left y'all in poor
she went inside the Prada bag Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice My thug style made her cat moist That's the realest shit I heard, that's my
listen to nothing my mother said ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my
lie for me? That's right Would you get high with me? For sure Would you die for me? No doubt Would you ride with me? Yeah Would you lie for me? That
never listen to nothing my mother said ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my
-boy, she was a good girl Turned hot girl, had to be a hood girl Never did she notice she would end up in a shook world I was like, look girl, it?s all
he's done then my son will forever live my name And when he's done then my son will forever live my name And when he's done then my son will forever
do to survive so you know it's on Y Sabes que no one's ever gonna catch me Cause I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D Left the place without a trace
my song go Look up in the sky, it's a bird it's a plane No, it's Lil' Rob flying high, stimulating my brain Assimilate the fame, accumulate my feria Make
you from, homey It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come on I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y. Doing my thing, all day, yeah, it's her
I'm nothing with ya A man don't really love you if he hits ya This is my notice to the door, I'm not taking it no more I'm not your personal whore, that's not what I'm here for And nothing good
From my bartender friend And he pours me a double Nothing 'bout it seems too hard He opens up a tab for me With my credit card, it's so Loser friendly
make things up to you a little bit Heh, enough about you and me How's my little son? Hmm, he ever ask about me? Just a little bit Does he still like
on my doe But if you really want come on Try to get a, you can feed the unpulla Tuck my hands on your throat Man I'm a low, want a background for sack