him with a rainbow When they knew there was no pot of gold But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told In the long run I did fine
Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin Eight outta eight on movin targets You run
far from a lame, I'ma gigolo I get paid just to spit the flow And I can't even explain when I get at yo You know how long I've been gettin dough? Used
ride Do you know who, I be? I'm the M I crooked, letter Y, nigga Bad to the Bizzy Bone Quick bitch, talk shit, night long I run shit, done, done shit
him never have a friend Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run
(Dappy) I feel like a slaag! In so bar for too long, time to get tipsy Don't mean if I buy you a drink now, come later you're gonna lips me Look girl,
Weed my shorty roll em while I'm still... Yea jets Fool ?, ?, Run your nigga right back Bitches just fell thru with the ? pack No cigars in my session
rappers run and go write wills I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos Stole my dough, you still below, now I prefer cigars and blow mo' So catch
Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long sometime... So it seems like it doesn't make sense... [Female singing with laughing in the background] [
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run
A G eighth, jail I can't see me in A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in I run with niggas on the run from 25 Y'all only heard me for 18
it won't be long (It won't be long now) One of these days, and it won't be long (You bound to come up) One of these days, and it won't be long (Keep
Mudgrips white-tip, cigar stickin' out of my face Earn hart racing sticker on the window Banged up fender four by four Straight pipe roar primer and rust
pick up the microphone, we stake the mic alone Hope that you never run into Salt-N-Pepa 'Cuz we?re doper than dope, doper than dope, doper than dope Yo, it?s been a long
Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin' eight outta eight on movin' targets You run
niggas long range, wrong gauge Leaving niggas John Blaze, crime pays if you nice with yours The Bronx is where you fight for yours Ice your cross, slice cigars, light cigars
10 And neva know what happend When we come through them cowards dont want none They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns Come with me but dont run
