Ooh yeah, ooh yeah... Toi, tu es dans mon ame dans l'eau de mes larmes Mon c?ur et mon corps n'ont rien connu d'aussi fort Je suis sous le charme, j
you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other
out clappin All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y’all niggaz actin Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit happen I’m rippin down shit while y’all other
beef call my attorney All that other wack shit don’t concern me I’m being felt I got a title under my belt I’m out to get the wealth I’m bout my squad
Interlude: Announcer Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad Next up is the Flipmode Squad
other bitch but She understands [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] Ay Yo I met her at the Rucker Park Watchin' the stars play I knew she was a terror She was watchin' the squad
" -Ghostface Killah on 'Shark Niggas (Biters)' "I don't want niggas soundin' like me knowhatI'msayin'?" (x2) Xzibit: Yo we gettiin' restless me and D.O.G
my shirt Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my shirt Gucci boots on, I trap in the dirt Get money everywhere I go G code, G
Don't you cry, no What about that assent? Don't you... Pimp squad on deck Pimp squad on deck Pimp squad on deck Hey, hey do you wanna be famous? Everywhere
' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad
a real thug And see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal Slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin' To think of somethin', other then
't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad
weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad
can't fear bleedin' My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin' I'm speedin', pump eatin', swervin' in the G and Red & blue lights and squad
off in the Beamer, that 745 Brick Squad right behind, they got seven .45's (Yo Gotti) All I do is win, I'm Gotti the brawn G I'm the M.V.P., I got championship
tattoo don't make a thug Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra I know you love it when I rhyme proper Man I'm still t-h-u-g-g-e-d-o-u-t Iraq to
For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah