fo' a minute (Owh!) I be back.. (Same ol' nigga) I be back.. (Whudd) (Just got a lil' bigga) I be back, (C'monn) (One mo' time) I be back, (Fo'sho) To
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Rule) Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap
But still I'm like, dear God I wonder, could you save me? Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be
] I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed I'll
kostra nostra You don't wanna bang wit the best I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive Thirty shells I
them niggas sick, but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich. [Chorus] Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you You put a hit on me, i'll
"Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] I
retarded money I'm special wit it, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, please leave me now I f**k when I want, I do what I
my PO make me piss in a cup Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches
I reached the finish line, young black male! One cell made two, and two cells made fo’ And so on, so now I’m a embryo Then I got a hunch That i’ma be
Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. Yeah young thug, the world is yours.. Hey young
don't be callin' at my mama' house neither I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you I done got smarter. I done got smarter I ain't fuckin' wit' your
compete with me, I got 'em stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet with me, And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby
for spendin' And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound I'd rather be buried than be worried diffrent than be held down My game plans to be
dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery [Chorus: P. Diddy] (I want
