to college [Hook] I'm just tryna be real I'm just keepin' it real I'm just tryna be real I'm just keepin' it real I'm just keepin' it real I'm tryna
it much as your pride tries to hide it. your cold your touch is just like ice. And your eyes is a look of resentment. .I can sense it and I dont like it
what they paid for Ever since the game came back to reality These Niccas that aint sellin, they mad at me, but had at me then, I take it right back tha
it real big right here! all my money niggaz This shit commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? This real shit
bitch didn't see nothin' 'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball This is my
On the dance floor, chicks get horny. Hopin' that they all move on me. Word, for REAL for real. Do it hard for the love of the game. Pull your card and
let me sing it to you [B] We ready to bang [X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you? [B] Watch where you aim [F] Get lost in the game,
to say that we won't never make it Or even get the chance to tell the world just how we made it Cause know that we gonna keep it crunk, no matter what
shit, everything is tight Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow And it
lyrics nigga, make it go-go Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho' [hook] Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas Get it how we
lyrics nigga, make it go-go Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho' hook Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas Get it how we
spillin, Cadillac pimpin Keep ridin, car slidin That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin [J-Bo] Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high In the
Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout? Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, like dis.. check it out Chorus: repeat 2X (sung) I know you're waitin for daddy, it won
a star (star) For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car (damnn) She ain't the type that be running her mouth (nope) So I keep it gangsta with
the law Real G--therobred from the streets Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws Just to keep on movin' out Just to keep on movin' out Just to keep on
Tryin to get Bosey George and Diego money And stack it all up like Lego money Played with them blocks call it Tetris Real talk a hundred carats in my
in it Not sworn in it You can go against it or you can join wit it Made mark so da streets gon rememba me Now come and git it nigga Ca$hville Tennekee
twenty wit dem bricks Shit I spit it for y'all On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all Who gives a fuck about friends? If you mix the baking soda wit it
