A day without you seems like a year or two What am I gonna do to get you back My fault fairweather friend that we're not together Put on your old blue sweater
Swatting the income And i dont sweat a motherfucker cuz I'm on one Cuz the things ya been doing, niggers been done Geah' Eiht on the Rampage 2 Shots buck
, yo, lit the highway like a torch On the way to pick up Spindy we raced with a 1-9-D He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in E The
triggers and they stabbing kids (stabbing kids) They pose as bad boys up in club scenes Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans Then
Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax Purple by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big chips Blue money like
can as you sweat And you've got a woman on the other side of the law But it ain't cool to go see her yet Because her ex-old man's a city cop Who thinks
I feel about you. You're like family to me. You're like one of my own. - l'll do for 50 bucks. [Velma Kelly] - 50 bucks for a phone call? You must've
ain't got nothing to do with you Not the cars, no broads'll pluck him By the two in my green old school then buck him Powder blue, fuck you If you got
, hopin to make a getaway and I see the same two cops on me yo, these niggaz ain't playin Bumped an old lady, think I knocked her old ass down Screamed
(feat. 50Cent, Chamillinaire, Young Buck, David Banner...) [Cash Register Ringing Up A Sale,Im Rich Bitch!] [Ontro: Lil' Scrappy & 50 Cent] Remixxx
