me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong I know in my
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what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong I know in my soul
a gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency
and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor I make hits in the streets and in the booth So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU) I'm tatted up, cause
, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise! Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!! So get ready mothafuckaz, this is
at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Surprising what niggas willing to do to get
wrong nigga, be a tested Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool But I ain't the average motherfucker I do
money brought me back I'm seeing crome and I do them runs flat President tent front back Man I wish them old BP's come back but I roll on 'em Hundrend
do-low, and you know I'm too swift on my toes and it gives a pose It's too much for me to be givin' to you Uh, all I'm givin' is some dick in you Now
I won't cheat her, don't mistreat her She only get the dick, I'll never ever eat her But I'll drop her ass cause you know I don't need her...
confused I still gotta question What happened? I don't know What happened? I don't know What happened? I don't know What happened? I don't know What happened? I
night man I promise I been on it Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G Not to mention I
, I gotchu, I promise All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise Miami, I gotchu, I promise I'ma take over this bitch I promise So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game I
w*** smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you? I'm not runnin', chump, I
York and meet a gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash
