well,thats the only way i know to survive, cuz its the way to get by, if i had a choice aside this life god knows ill try to get away From the project
like to remenisce about the past The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth Each and every wrong move the police keep count make it real fuckin' easy to get
the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they want to get one cause they think the shit
on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine turns to rain Baby I can take away ya pain
, forensics have fun! - What? [Repeat Chorus:] [Outro:] Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Come get it! [echoes] Huh, you want some? Come get
you niggas never learn Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger nigga So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya Man I might bring the
say Ah Ah, UH Ah La, La, La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 2:] I'm selling on Swizz yaught You know I get gwapt I can spend about house money just on a wrist
well hop your ass in it cause my iron popped And I ain't lying Ac Yeah I'm lying hard Run up on anybody that's supplying my block [Chorus] [2nd Verse
right now if I warned Dre to get on the horn and tell him about the storm coming all our way So tell him pack grab a gat right now get on the floor I'
fuck a biatch) A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat You don't want the pistols to whistle Candy paint impala
so? [Hook] [Lil Wayne] I don't think you realize what's happenin', dog That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all If you don't get the
that todays there celebration I might not know ya but I wanna celebrate with ya... [Chorus x2: Plies] Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away
the man [Chorus] [MJG] Pimp tyte! M-J-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make
sickness} Jelly sickle sickness {You acting like a trick bitch} {Verse 2: E-40} Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue keep a real pimp game up out your mouth If I get
You believe, that nigga, I love to get it on You half steppin' I got the weapon Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love
to my planet) [Verse 2] I done had sleep for dinner, natural born sinner Watched fiends suck crack through car antennas Now that we winning motherfuckers aim to get
meant it Speak of the man [Chorus] [MJG] Pimp tyte! M-J-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass
you been?", niggas actin like I ran away Hear not, bitch I'm still the king, check the resume Asshole til they bury me or I get sent away Ballin off,
