m breezy. Havin' it. (ha) It's all about havin' thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain) the game is hard to obtain It's all about havin' thangs (
Sam, yeah homie, I like that [Chamillionaire imitating Rick Ross] Other rappers just be havin million dollar thoughts I'm a rapper that can pull a million
Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang G-UNIT
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like
let her go, I'll take her from you The grind is a terrible thang to waste Try not to catch me a case Quarters, dimes, nickels and eighths Parked in my lark at 3 A
libs] This ya boy Yo Gotti Street Tunes Productions We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one D Boys, this a gangsta party Bun B, Eightball and this
when I cap a nigga ass, they gone be sleep slash deceased In deni slash ial slash slash title Slash on fire, I'll blaze like a lighter [Trizi] I'm a
every brain To leave a stain plain to remain in my lane Or path or road, until the next one be sewed That the B I G, D A double D Y explode Just like a
Daddy lean in the convertible Jag, 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang Shit
like my 4 still shinin like a star See sucka i'm a vet not a vetenarian Get rid of your flesh like if i was a vegetarian Fuck em fuck em feed em bullets
killin' my block They be havin' them whole people scared up They be havin' them lil' children scared duckin' But they don't give a fuck they wanna see
fourteen years old, havin a sack Just a young motherfucker eatin valupaks Shootin dice in the corners of the public schools And I used to gangbang, but now it's a g thang
y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just like that [Mac] Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a
go tha secret on how to keep a playa Some love makin' and home cookin' I'll see ya later It don't take alot To keep a nigga hard Must be a lady in tha
, stuck, callin' Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk 'cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission
