I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control Cause we do shows all seven days of the week Top of
500 A.K.'s and glocks, in the back the Lexus jeeps Havin' big baller parties every other week This is the clique nigga 2-2-6 Black Connection nigga again the code is 2-2-6
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I'm a watch for snakes. They'll set you that a lover. But it's hard today. I got the letter that she sent me and I cryed for weeks. This one came out
he ya son (nigga) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee And after being on the street, less than a week Look, niggas who know
game I left and he stayed but while I'm screwing record labels trying to get paid Red now came up and got it made in the shade with 6 birds a week from
of shit that we go through up in the ghetto just to make some cheese. The street type got me Gettin locked up about 5-6 times a week. And then i make
don't like to sleep no I won't lie to you I'm never gonna cry to you I'll probably drive you wild 8 days a week Chorus: Until I'm 6 feet under
: Alarm clock rings, it's 6:45 Must have hit that snooze button 'least three times I'm wishing this morning was still last night On any other day,
the people will scream. we can have a laugh, what do you say?" that's what it said in the note. another week went by and she never called. another week
all the people will scream we can have a laugh what do you say? that's what it said in the note. Another week went by and she never called another week
in the island of Saint something Keep the complaints comin' nigga [Verse 2: Paul Cain] Yo a hustles a hustle from ghetto to ghetto In a 4.6 Range Rov
the hilltops, clubshops and chilling overseas Take in the breeze, Mr. Freeze squeeze the trigger Killa G's got you week in the knees, to take it ea-sy
you got an appointment 6 feet underground And You got an earwig It's crawling towards your brain And you got an earwig The glorious pain Your mind went blank about a week
You seen T.I.P., checkin in a 5-star suite With some 5-star freaks, gettin high all week (Let's GO!) Catch me in the week, I was up all night when y'all
falling everywhere Village children fight each other for a share And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week
wanna mob with me If you a dealer nigga You can get blocks from me I hand rocks and jeans The cream Glocks and things To mark seven Throw 6 Got with the
career you better get one, Like I'm a sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt that made me put up with her psycho ass over 6 months and only