'm dyin', man This other chick that I'm divin' in She a good look that's why we always dinin' in Chea, in L.A. we at Katana Or in Chi-town we straight
with the gang of evil I don't know who fuck you I'm fuckin' PO and hittin' niggoos I tend to be deadly, I tend to be lethal Enchantin' bitches in the town, a crazy
. You heard what I said. yeah better believe it nigga chorus: Ima still do me be the same ol g you better believe me. ima rep my block every town every
my ear when I had you Now my Jacksonville chick, she a endo shopper She like to smoke purple and chill wit her partners When I come in town, she cook
butter mayne Skeet skeet skeet Naw thats tha other mayne 'cause my skeet never leak out this rubber mayne T&A ain't worth a nigga DNA That crazy
's goin' on Sir Charles? Man what ever happened to that great big fine bitch You had the other day? Yeah, that old bitch come to me the other day man
All we want is the money I keep 'em bro wake up one morning And, with some money to spend, they go crazy I'm goin' to tell you a story in stereo About
the fittest Yo, it was rough from the start, son And I knew I'd be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten Feelin' on the teachers and givin' 'em looks And steady takin' all the other
and go it lookin' like it ain't a curb I mean my words go back on words to that limit Then I got gurls going crazy for the boii 'Cause I have no flurs
[Chorus:] We're in it from morning to night, someones always going down now, im feeling the shots, the dealers the cops, always seem to be circeling round town
7, no Bacardi There's that new club in town (the Ass Palace) Word, and they patted us down Looked around crazy lights flash fog on the ground The place
are answerin' any brothers that've been On the dick, swingin' an' straight gatherin' Enter da info, 'cause yo what you're in fo' It's a crazy day, strapped
you was like the Bradys You still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' 'Ice, Ice, Baby', screamin' Shady 'til I die Like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
was gangsta in other words thugged-out But she was trafficing and manufacturin' drugs out She was a little older she was a little bolder Than all my other
'm a head bussa Hey yo Yo, N O R, you can catch me in my favorite car Drop lex, black truck, Gordo the lazy R I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy
neck Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing In other
they keep goin' [Chorus] Hey man it's rough outside Crack heads is buyin' all night Handguns is necessary Fuck around you might lose your life Anywhere in and outta town
ego Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier than The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby (Damn Travis you crazy)