Can't you see your infatuation's Gonna mean unusual complications You're in danger - baby's got a gun Baby's got a gun She's gonna shoot you down She's
chrome and the clothes Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah) Hold eighty
only usin Dr. Dre's beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the wrists of a chemist
and my loved ones Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a
love gun Got a look that'll kill, voice that'll carry Half a dozen women that think I want a marry I got trouble on my mind, I'm refusin' to lose But
you got 'em right, yeah, I got 'em bun I love myself 'cause I swear their life is just not as fun Nic's got the weed, Hush got a gun CJ's got my credit
it's Little full clip me Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It's
'm a nigga, you's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggaz Wouldn't you like to be a nigga too? We got some, we got some Thug stories, you wanna hear some
motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts You a bad motherfucker, you don't give no fuck Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit's real You a target, niggaz
it they got the addict itch That's the bundles put it all in your nose These niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows Ho's, that's a topic you
that's why they look at us as if we from Mars Singa la ling, I deal with bars like a weight trainer Hustlin' got me bigger like a weight gainer A once
go, now we in the Louis tho It's two below hundred degrees, I'm drivin' about 103 With a S.T.L. hat on, top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin'
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job Call him trash, he supplies for the dopefiend's tweak But what you make in a year he might make in a
catch a hell of a back draft 'Cause my fire retirin', aight then It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water Everyday I show another how a I love a
run Puffin on the city where the Lakers from, L-A, L-A, la la So high everything is a ha ha from me Dreamin of the days of a Drop 500 and a bad bitch
, my other brother's steadily goin' under. It's like a curse, and it hurts 'cause it's worse, Momma's crazy 'cause her baby's in a herse. Wussup wit'
G and that's a promise But yo plaque on summers Americas most wanted We criminal backgrounds and ready to straiteflauted Only take is a salt dropper or a instigator Messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a
blends Now I'm starin' you, the true buckle up Now who's a legend? It's raining, he's changing Word up dunn It's raining, he's changing Peace to Philly