that You let me Get my hands on you So I'm takin' advantage And that shit that you pulled Ain't do me no damage You don't know me But we 'bout To change
ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel Poppin? trunks, poppin? grills, still poppin? seals
move on) to a real G meet me at the crib and meet the real me forget the tv cause the things i do on tv girl just for the tv believe me girl i wanna see
real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland Down to LA, VA and back to NC Yo, best done,
ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC [Black Rob] Yo, best done, who done
wheel, Kind of a big deal. Black like a wet seal, White like a big spill, Fight like a trailer park, boy! Raw best still, Look for the best deal. Look
shorter Seal my fate, there's no escape but still I'm straight I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight The time has come, for me to free my soul
best an' say, "Fuck the rest" 'Cos we take away ya stress an' never settle for less When you deal with the Hill, keep your mouth sealed If you rely
let me pin that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game Let me put you on the game, let
away, from a fan When you hear it then you know you the man you dope [Juan] Niggas feel me intrevenously The inhale the realness that they leave in me
this check I'm chasin (chasin) Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow) It ain't no problem, I got it, my following got me (got me
trousers slung low 'cause his pockets stay swoll' Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go VIP at the club, backstage at the show The best crib, the best
potato world Sizzling in some beef full of grease like jheri curls Shout out to DJ's who kept it real Shook a few in the thou', but some never broke the seal
I usually avoid any kind of confrontation, conversation, in moderation Lips sealed but my fingers are flying And hours the hours pass, they grow more
thing not doing, but dealing, sealing fates And healing struggle gaped wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time, I had to find the best
this is war It doesn't matter whose right It's whose left I have simple tastes I'm only satisfied with the best And Oscar said it best Nothing succeeds
kitchen tile. Never liked him since the day he try to play me foul. Tried to bite me, stab a stake knife in his head. So much for that mans best friend
me where I sleep Turn, turn, turn again Say, one of your friends is in trouble deep Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind Tell me the trouble, tell me