horses, that's my chariot of fire Where we flying, they can't find us, all them broke days behind us I just took your whole life and redesigned it I think I'm Marc Jacobs
and three Make her smile, when she sees Spre's I can get you on CD's, and DVD's Take you to Bebe's and B.C.B.G.'s I can get you in the places, to be
for 10-4's And when my pop's was sleep you snuck in the back door Baby boy, we've been down since junior high So when life gets hot in July it's the world
do (you wanna do) Louis V, Dior, Prada or Gucci (Gucci) Richard Roy, Chanel, or maybe Coogi (Coogi) Dolce & Gabbana or Valentino's (Tino's) Ferragamo, Mark Jacobs, Malandrino's (Drino's
MP3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's
the bar with the toast nigga It's like the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz It's
me Casualty after casualty it's real I hustle on the hill when Walter got killed I've seen a lot of shit, man I did a lot That's probably why it took
a real woman in ur life (That's a good look) Taking care of home and still fly (That's a good look) And I'ma help u build up ur account (That's a good
gone, and Missy's Testaroasa "Be cool", thay what Free say B. say, "Keep it clean but give them lee way" All I know, it's a crazy sensation You fine,
price Marc Jacob shades, 50 karats, all ice Model in dem jeans for me, luxury, now that's your life That's the type of shit I'm on, let me see you get them
to jewelry, now I'm lovin' it Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them h*** love the s*** Diamond after diamond and I climbed up out the bottom So holla if it's
Yeah, niggaz it's 2006 And I'm back in this bitch G-Unit When I come through I'm comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst
murderin' MC's from up here to Urbantown I sweat dark, when I get off my shit cock Yo, yo, yo, that's, that's E and them Yo, word up? Yo, what's going
fat from the work of my MP-60 I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up
gonna waste yo time (Ey) I don't them nigga that ain't gonna grind When its peso time come out and take yo shine dirty I'm the same nigga that's outta
growin' cold It's just the symptoms of young love Growin' old You think it's time And you're thinking of leaving, but give it time It's late at night
told nobody Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin' feds could buy it You should be shouting out them bodies you buried Nine millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's
' me Basically, nigga's game a lie, so bet I game back And make the nigga' think that I came alive And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob That chain