, so if you want it, ask me Now do you want it? (Hell yeah nigga, I want it) And do you need it? (Yeah, I need it, man) Well, they got it (They got what
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you want it? (Hell yeah nigga, I want it) And do you need it? (Yeah, I need it, man) Well, they got it (They got what?) Everything, so let's take it (
line long enough to fill two boulevards In this game, you only make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled Why swing, you
hoe After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it I
Buy it Sell it Cook it that's a merry thang if it's raw Anyway you put it tell the folks we breakin the law Sing it so I took it and if you tell a nigga
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was
bitch, you blockin' my lane Tryna foul on a nigga 'cause you hot in the flame Fuck you, and them ho ass nigga's you run wit' Fuck your whole street, you
is poppin', it's gonna be sumthin' (It's gon' be somethin') 'Cause I don't care if my ladies in here And you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here
now, there it go I love it when you make your knees Touch your elbows, boom boom Let me in ma', so I can hit it Make you wanna leave wit' it, take you
do I'm a soldier till it's over 6-5 on my tattoo punk So if you want funk you be a dead homie 'Cuz I be down if you pull a 2 elev homie Now all the niggaz
in the cut you gotta (Give it up) Nigga what we out for the Benjamins (Give it up) Give it up we wanna live it up (Give it up) Give it up for the most
want the keys Please You alreay know All in my face talkin crazy But you alreay know Plus I'm cold wit' it I'm cold wit' it I'm cold wit' it [e-40] I
judge gave you 8 years, you doin' 6 And we know that you can't hang, you a trick Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh Now you know you shoulda
cause I'm feelin' like any day I might just kill somethin'/ Cause you know that money, once you touch it, once you feel it, gotta keep you some money
's go And I'm a hustler, a hustler (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) Yo, I'm a thug so I blow on weed Get money like it grow on trees Have all these
fool wit it, niggas know but don't want admit it It's cool, long as you respect me, I'm chillin Cross the line I draw for ya - it's a killin It's gonna
