this on my mother you'll end up interscope Im jus trynna warner brother still getting cheescake on these dummies deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money Jahlil on the beat, Will
Frankie baby (chorus) i wish a nigga would, i wish a nigga would say i never put work in these streets i wish a nigga would, i wish a nigga would say
You'll end up interscope I'm jus trynna warner brother Still getting cheescake on these dummies Deal or no deal I got a briefcase full of money Jahlil on the beat, Will
[feat. Ya Boy] [Hook:] I'm just tryna live the life I'm just tryna live the life I'm just tryna live the life The life of a rock star... [x2] [Verse
stop, Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will
wife son daughter And don’t let me see you shoot no dogs My pit will sit seed in all frequent paths Infa-ray fake laughs relay or may I say dj away okay
Like this switch lanes LA to the Ukraine Fat gold chain, some thing will never change Get it got it good grab a hold to this Get a tril body ill like
debris ship quarter keys of them Shaq CD's Roo roo Next MC that claim to keep it real Shaquille gone slap 'em with a mil criss cut clean numerical order bills ill
(ooh ooh ooh ohh yea) Out on the street, I'm looking for a celebration Come roll with me, together we can crash the party and Get on the floor, DJ please
The DJ's playing my favourite song (favourite song) Aint no chaperons (chaperons) This could be the night of your dreams Only if you give Give the first dance to me Girl I promise ill
, nique) So dont be blinkin' dont be sleepin' (sleep, sleep) I be I be all mine You be jammin to this beat I rock it with ill technique Slanging heat like slanging coke a small bang will
just layin' for some punks to act wack Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out If you're down with my crew you will be fine But if you ill
say, ?You better rip the show? Before bottles start flyin' an' you runnin' for the door You talkin' about cuttin' an' hittin' skins' We talkin' 'bout 'Beat dat face' T Dot, niggaz, will
DJ Roll to every station, wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Come through, something ill
debris Ship quarter keys of them shaq cd's roo roo Next mc that claim to keep it real Shaquille gone slap 'em with a mil Criss cut clean numerical order bills Ill
the hood n shit but remember who you bangin with "i dont give a fuck verse 2 Terrified levels that scares peace, im ill bease will
Original lover, lover, mm, yeah, uh (Yeah) Catch a groove girl, catch a groove, that's right Lover, lover, lover, mmm, Shaggy, DJ A who da man dat love
beginning The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills I turned
