(Nigga I got my shit) Ready to cock yo shit? (I'm ready to pop my shit) I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death When you get to hell, tell 'em I
we go hyphy You gotta know the rules, player let it go You get to trippin' my nigga, you gotta hit the do' Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin
you gotta go [Verse 3: Young Buck] I'm out on bond but the forty still on me Bouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies Watch I hit,
to you but whatcha gon' do? Rev can give it to you but whatcha gon' do wit it I can give it to you, wha wha wha what what! [chino xl] Yo yo, chino
boy ya wrong i gotta fanbase and i aint even on a label im pushin units make bread right under the table now what that tell ya tha south aint even
on the syrup Got a n-gga moving slow I?m all about the money What the f-ck you think I do it for B-tch don?t act like you don?t know I?m killing all these
no matter what i do or what i say im always wrong if i call then im callin too much or not at all either way i'm messin up i'm fightin a losin battle
can do it like you do it on the dance floor i aint eva eva eva let you go no more waitin shawty (put it on me) if you can do it like you do it on the
crunk we go hyphy You gotta know the rules, player let it go You get to trippin my nigga you gotta hit the do' Rollin up this eight-nine gram I'm tryin
22-5 (Got the kees for 11-5) Come to the B.G. I might do it for a even 5 Nigga I ball and people don't know it, Cuz I don't show it The only way to find
(with Lil Wayne) I I I Don't Like The Look Of It I I I Don't Like The Look Of It I I I Don't Like The Look Of It [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Ok I'm Sipping
ghetto's and began to rape my women So I leave the system Unforgiven like East Wood Cause I was bless with lyrical strength to do whatever I could You
Escalade I don't need no VIP cause I'm already playa made And I don't want nobody tellin me what I can and can't do So I'm a post up in the parkin' lot
Leavin Boy Ya Wrong I Gotta Fanbase And I Aint Even On A Label Im Pushin Units Make Bread Right Under The Table Now What That Tell Ya Tha South Aint
I can try and try but baby I ask why o why And I aint one to cry so I'm gon lie and keep my eyes dry But deep inside I'm hurtin I tried to keep it workin
I Dont Undastandi Wish That U Could Just Chill [Breakdown: Jon Young] No Matter What I Do Its Neva Good Enuff Fo U I Keep On Tryin 2 Please Ya But I
the start I see the finish line But something always in the way But I gotta keep grinding 'cause I'll reach it one day [Verse 1: Jon Young] When things
I Feel It All Whoa! [Hook:] Shawty, I Be Starin At You Girl, I Be Starin At You Said I'm Attracted To You I'm Attracted To You But You Way Too Young
