Chorus: (x2) U cant see me ridin down 3 candy paint wood grain TV lone star state livin life great playas where yo wand, dispear in ya face. Yeah, Yeah
wings on the Humming bird" What you runnin' for, girl, I don't bite Let the game hit a bitch, chicks, I don't bite I don't got all night Get ya thing
and ya nigga ain't nothin like me. Stop lyin nigga please, nigga please, my goons got guns on deck put yo picture on t, say cheese, and you can die or
can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This rule is so underrated Actin' as if it can
[Hook - 2x] You niggaz ain't real, you niggaz ain't real You niggaz ain't real, that's real [Big Tuck] You niggaz ain't real, real niggaz know that We
don't give a fuck, so bitch, what's up?) Beep, beep, so they can see when I'm rollin through the hood Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips
death is the number one fear of men; But I ain't scared, I can tell its commin', I can feel it in the air; I can smell it commin, fully prepared to meet
and write but I do know how to count money You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on
make p's wen im ere i move somthin to the game wen im ere i make your whole crew sound lame wen im ere ******************************************************** seem like them can't
can give you somethin' you can talk about I can turn this smile upside down You ain't no G-Unit fuckin' clown I can take your girl until I turn her
This Rap Game [Nate Dogg] I can give you niggaz' somethin' you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You ain't no G-Unit fuckin' clown
6 Tre (Fresh dressed, freshed dressed like a million bucks) See I was lookin feelin' like a million bucks cause I was... (Fresh dressed) See I was
I never talk twice If a nigga get down bad wit me, imma show em i ain't nothin nice I ain't gone buck Imma keep it on tha tuck Catch cha wit yo head
dangerous Hey yo, hey yo, hits Sally Timbaland grand finale Damn imagine bringing back Alam Skin Bally's Glass of this, leather dick down status That's crabbage, can't see
I ain't never alone Won't catch a nigga slipping, won't catch a nigga dipping Cause I done mastered my high, you out your mind tripping Yeah you can come
neighbor lurk Watchdog, chew ass out, son and put in major work We collect antique ammunitions and plus We got them big guns, you only see in science
