did it all for you i did it all for youuu yeah he yeah he yeah he heee all for you yeah he yeah he yeah he heee all for you Verse 2: I can remember
Hey Hey Hey [x8] Young girl you're the type I need Baby you should know you are the one that I see Everything about you is the way that I like We
you can't delay it It ain't about who you are when you're makin your stack It's the look that's on your face when you givin it back So picture that [
cold I give a polar bear frost bite You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so No tryin' foolery and you
this image Break shit! (scratched) (4x): No...you hear me! you go to hell! [parl yams] Yo, y'all rappers have never learned That's why I'm fuckin wit y'all
hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
m dead in ya Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt Needin work, and I
boy, Then fuck you too. Chino xl, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, Fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, Fuck you,
for pac Ask yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here Stale down here, to many jails down here Why you act like you don't hear me? Young noble, outlaw
go back to bein' down again I'd rather walk around all day wit the tre pound again Hop out on a clown wit the K and spray rounds again Get you dug up
CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we flip that C-R-A-C-K CRACK!! For the money you know how we play... we move that C-R-A-C-K CRACK!! For
balls, You soft like cotton balls, You just think You hard cause the pills and the Alcohol, But dawg you ain't hard as you say you is, You needa tell
trackin that boy Chamill'? Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel "Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4] [Chamillionaire imitating Young
streets ull eat you if you let em Cop ull beat you You pumping diesel then them Jack boys ull beat you I try and listen more and speak less Cause all
Ive seen so many faces Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before Ive been around the world Ive meet all kinds of girls Girl you look
4) Young Buck She got a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like... Three, two, one Yea right now You got skills on them high heels When we leave this club, I'm take you
Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side And you ain't blue eyed Boy you
is the only way out for young, black teenagers. We'll provide you housing, we'll provide you with education, we'll provide you with everything you need
