is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets cause these niggas act a fool and we'll be quick to put it
's Plus a cooked slab, Chopped up, Dimes is swoll If I spot the laws comin', Hey its time to roll Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control The first fell on a
a 'matic Hopin' that the law don't pass me - stash it First of the month, just snatched me a package Bag it - 'bout to get this motherfucker crackin' If a nigga think about jackin', please believe I be
way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the
a signal first And I aint the one thats gon be playin and do the do Before its over you gon say (shit I should pay you) Please believe it [Chorus] Hey
take a picture in 'em Yeahhhhh, we be fresh every day And if you lookin for me lil' daddy you can find me in the A! A! A! A! [Nelly {J.D.}] I got the
ink, I'm representin all my girls, niggas double up, I don't play around I'm a have to Shut 'er down, run up into town I'm a have to get the crown, I'
Na Na Niii Ohh naa naa, Ohh naa naa Yeah, yeah yeah N-Dubz, N-Dubz, N-Dubz 1st Verse It?s like First things first, You?d probably think I?m a chap with
[Verse 1] Yo, he went from a street kid doin regular street things Straight to a street king Takin over the city, block by block Breakin down bricks,
slow Relax a little Make it so its naturable As a matter of fact Lets take it black To the very first day I had your back We shared a cab Shared a laugh
apart,now? Why would you wanna make the very first scar? Why would you wanna break, would you wanna break a: [Repeat Chorus 1:] Why would you wanna break a
the Familys that are known to be bad 4 humanity Can he be bad, can he be tough can he be Rough no cream puffs are considered to be rough enough
Tongue Ring {Gangsta Boo} I be fucking this nigga straight corruping this nigga pussy wet as a river you need a boat for me nigga I be hot as a fire
-tize, and blazed another gold plate Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate [Juicy J] I got a 357, a tec with a black clip A 180 pounds witha
Like a star, a star, a star, a star. [x6] [Verse 1:] She's my everything, like a morning girl She's my angel, up above my world She's the only one, who
If I keep dropping heat this hard (what?) The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar (and what?) Rakim conversation with God (what?) I'm so hard with a quad
believe em, I need to see mu'fuckin proof I ain't want the four door, I copped the mu'fuckin coupe (HAHA!) They tryin be me, I'm just tryin be G And