, from a young G's perspective Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's
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you if this was true, you said no way Birdman said Believe Dat, T.I.P. was like Shawty Then Young Jeezy said That's Right and Lil' Jon said Okay Heard
showin support to all the labels in my city (yeah) But right now it's all about Chamilli (yeah, yeah) [Young Jeezy sample - behind the Intro] Put on
come join 'em Do check the label And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Gansta's don't die, they get chubby
all a nigga's weed And still move at a nigga's speed Never a victim of a nigga's greed Especially if she runnin' round with a nigga's seed [Chorus] [P. Diddy
's My heat will cook you bwoyy, whooped you bwoyy! Mack came an shook you bwoyy, somma'bitches [P. Diddy] Somma'bitches!!! [Chorus & Outro: P. Diddy
, that's the shit that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the shit that got me mad! That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin? (It's a family
ballin shit (that's right) Funny how quick these pricks forget Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right) It's
mill, c'mon now [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul
Mel Gib-son's My heat will cook you bwoyy, whooped you bwoyy! Mack came an shook you bwoyy, somma'bitches [P. Diddy] Somma'bitches!!! [Chorus & Outro: P. Diddy
could probably gift wrap a planet and clone a million janet's respect my company asalamalaikumarahmatullahe wa barakatuhu chorus x2 p diddy ayo busta
jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh) V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with
you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas
lexus G.S shit, the best shit, i mess with the further i go down south the better the sex get but thats me sippin on Don P blowin cali's finest, i don
show, I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C. with racing stripes Runnin' two P's of L.G., flip it twice Hang round
(Young Cash - Intro) Young Cash Brick Squad! We started this brick shit nigga! (Chorus) All I do is win, win, win, no matter what Young niggas from the
matter though cause I'ma go get it Life's a bitch and then you get thrown in it That's why I get (Cash Money) like it's (No Limit) This material shit
