I don't give a damn how many records I sold I'ma represent the A Town Let me welcome you to the A Town Bankhead Westside nigga A Town Adamville, Alley Temple Nigga A Town
get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know I ain’t a hoe Snap yo bitch Come here
I've seen a lot of things in my life A lot of ups and downs Made a lot of mistakes No matter what, you've always been by my side You've always been
that's what it is I'm a Dope House profit, suckers can't stop it They might got muscle, but they got no logic And I got a big heart, by the size of a
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga I'm a ladies man chicks loving a nigga But I'll still put a slug in a nigga BRAAT Real funny I
a victim in a wheel chair. I'm tired of everybody that be gossipin'. They wanna know if we be makin what we be profitin'. Snoop Dogg, now-a-day's I sip a
me) and do what? (Round the town, then take me home and eat me) Okay [Record scratches at end of hook] [Verse 1: Chingy] Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a
know me is to love me I handle my business Any City any town, touch down I do my thing I'm a hustler baby I provide by any means I'm a great conversationist
I provide by any means Ima great conversationist, you should know what I'm about When you look at me baby you should see a way out Out the hood, out the drama
ha darkside marijuana. Fueled of the drama Drifting on the darkside I'm the black eye bomber Do what i do on a darkside rendezvous Raising hell, out the
On tracks im flippin Makin a mil in a instant Yo thats the difference Between a pawn and a rook son A souljah and a shipper from outta town up in brooklyn
it The crib got a lot of soul like black music Im attached to it In many ways this city raised me/and gave me The drama, honor, and bravery The streets
goes down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight... Is who's gonna run this town tonight... We
high right now, you ain't ready to die right now The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now It's drama how a child will shut shit down Kill a nigger
ll be godammit If i let a nigga steel me It will not happen Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em And got my glocks rabbin' Leave a nigga spot
I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless
Me? Or Drag My Name In Dirt Around Town? Would You Still Hug Me? When I Was Gone Would You Think Of Me? Or Would You Say I Turned Ya Smile In To A Frown
much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life) I need
