time damn near every day, every spot I'm in da house bitch we play no games hoe, I just one up out the Dirty South, nigga [Chorus: repeat 2X] STH MEM
we wanna do is Get drunk, get blowed, spin shits, and fuck hoes We quick to beat a buster down bad MidWest side put me in the sound lab Now I'm hot damn
, get blowed, spit shits, spark blunts, and fuck hoes We quick to beat a buster down bad MidWest side put me in the sound lab Now I'm hot damn like a ?????
blowed, spit shits, spark blunts and fuck hoes We quick to beat a buster down bad MidWest side put me in the sound lab Now I'm hot damn like a ?????
9ne Got the remedy Rhyme infinity Criminally Finna be some shit I'll crack you open Like the youngest male kennedy. Got the whole planet Rocking off the low blows Damn
talking all that shit Talking about look at all them bricks I'ma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your
2 - J.R. Writer] YO, it's a miracle snake, how I skip through the states In the crispiest Apes, all my whips up to date See this pistol and 8, It'll sit
started rollin over Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil Po'-po's on that ass like hot
on the grind When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream
Didn't Know If You Wasn't Informed Or Somethin Like That This Is Da Drought 3 And Um, Check This Out Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols
Know If You Wasn't Informed Or Somethin Like That This Is Da Drought 3 And Um, Check This Out Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols
this world I'm pulling pistols out my stomach And throwing them bitches up like Earl Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em I'm 38, hot
see me, hustlin', workin' my muscle-in Puttin' my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n You musta been a silly fool Thinkin' you could wear my shoes, damn
[Lil' Wayne] So you say you ready to hustle, scuffle over a dollar, rumble over a bundle, ready to bust over 2 dolars, ready to die for 5, ready to ride
Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. Turk: Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind stupid shit Ain't that
2 - J.R. Writer] YO, it's a miracle snakes, how I skip through the states And the crispiest Apes, all my whips up to date See this pistol and 8, It'll
) a God-damn flag! Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch Hot Atlanta! The