Be A Hater But Now I Got Money I Got Greater If You Dont Like Go To Hell Blow Ass Get Up I Got The Game Who D_block He Got More Fame. All Ya Rappers
[Intro: S.I. (Sheek Louch)] Oh yeah! (Yeah! It's the comp!) Na na na na na! (D-Block! S.I. Let's go!) [Chorus: S.I. (Sheek Louch)] I'm just ridin in
falling in love w/ someone else too Not even if I try I couldn't say goodbye We been together too long, trying to keep you in my world (D-Block!!) [
New York Tony Yayo GGGGG G Unit And I'd like to thank Game cause hes Mr. Potato Head of the year Put together gangsta, Change Of Heart ass nigga I'd like
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo -- so
for you and mom And at the time every house that we lived in Either kept getting broken into and robbed Or shot up on the block And your mom was saving
hope all you rot 2 bottles of lupiderm and a box of condoms is that all you brought And you want a Mйnage а trois you twats Fuck that i’d rather turn
weight up, with my hate And pay 'em back when I'm bigga Still thuggin' in this jail cell missing my block Hearing brothers screaming all night, wishing they'd
a gat that i couldn't shoot I learned not to trust the bitches from the prostitutes Was taught lessons a young nigga asking questions While other suckas
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that
be the ritual Ill individual Bad habitat Watch my voice battle cats While I’m spittin battle raps On the high horse And I keep my saddle strapped You’d
too much (naw they can’t cross you) Light on my toes Left him ten feet Part from his heat Play it softly The truth speaks through this poetry For me to call shot Cock block
am the tree I’m everything you want to be Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d [verse
One] Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in? Nigga guess who just walked in? Lynch, most (?) makes them other niggaz sit upon the
Verse One: Jamal Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little '
, paid no attention to the situation Got with your crew and just continued smoking Now your man sit and watch you panic In any other situation you'd
bigger fish to fry Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga) [Busta Rhymes] Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga (Hot D) but I got
you should nigga And that ain't good nigga This for the rock hustlers The makin' sales, still on the block hustlers And in the jails are my cell block
