Bone Thugs Who be the niggas that be sneakin' the pistol up in the party? Drink that 1-5-1 Bacardi? Drunk and finna fuck up somebody? (Bone Thugs) Keepin
all about the dollar [ verse 2: o.c. the sinister ] It goes one for the money, two for the show Everybody in the game know how it go It's a whole lotta hoes, a
show you exactly where you at I want the scratch that you done say Remember, bust a cap a lot For the rooftop snypaz snap a lot Puttin down with rap-a
that I ain't give a fuck how I got it It was real as that So if I had to peel a cat Somebody was dead then Since I'm a killer That's the condition my
we grind to win tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay and double up it, ain't never happened touch it a lot of niggaz focued on they candy
night i been in the streets like all my life runnin like crazy the streets is my lady street shit is all i know (verse 1) i had dreams of livin like
VERSE 1: Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin? lit feelin? light, 2 am summer night. I don't care, hand on the wheel, drivin drunk,
their head and under their nose Not a star cause I'm a sun when it come to a flow Ya Know [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm a rare individual Represent
in the buildin' Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones (Mike Jones) A lot of people said I couldn't do this, I couldn't do that So I came back with a platinum
narrow Nigga I still run with the four pound metals Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto You boys livin' a dream like the Cosbys And
got the hoes for the money they were stackin' And all I had was dreams of rappin' But a few months later the scenario changed With a record and a video
Nummy Num playboy I remember when we was hella broke dude We just had a dream right? We made it happen dude Chorus: Jus me and you We made it went
Nummy Num playboy I remember when we was hella broke dude We just had a dream, right? We made it happen dude Just me and you We made it went from broke
Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the
'm gon kill it, But yet a nigga ain't got a clue... how I'm gon deal with All the bullshit. Niggas sendin shots my way. You put a hit out on me, think
Maybe it's 'cause I'm livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about And the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine Of being
ya if you reconize a G, I should be lookin familiar, (Verse 1) Party and chillin and fast livin how im suppose too, not the choices given, I chose too, leave the club with a
a White World. (I'm Yo Gotti) VERSE 1 All I want for Christmas Is a package and my pistol, If it is a Black Santa Won't you free some of my Niggas