Dough is what I got baby C'mon I'm, Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid [Verse 1] Give a woman none (uh' uh') I already gave my brother some It's my
do it, just believe, believe, believe! When I lay down, I think about some of the wrong things I done So I pray now, for God to erase some of that wrong
diggin' fo days An' I'm a get ya nigga if I want ya I got a gun you run nigga I'm a pop ya Because I'm broke I need to fill me some ends Give me yo pocket
a star and crescent God's blessin', be a soldier, I gotta speak out on Oprah I'm Under Siege, I grab my gun and fatigues Plead my woman and seeds, hundreds
some guns, bring some ass I got a way, we can make some cash My woman beefin', my momma sick If I don't get it, look, I'mma flip The doorbell ring, exchange
sum'hin? in the way they designed, that's mo' steady I just let you inside 'cause the line so, heavy But I should?a know, better 'cause now I feel like America
Life's a risky business, babe you know the deal Sometimes you just gotta say what the hell Now is that time, roll for the money Life is a gamble but I'm a
the block Back on the block I'm back, on the block, on the screen I'm on the wax, I'm on the stage, I'm on the scene I'm on the case, just like an attorney
And this goes on until I'm old and gray There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food to eat The
know (this rhyme) you came to America (that's our thang) (I hang) And took over the black woman (and her reply) (Is slang) The black woman wanted the
hit a woman. But now that equal rights have been established, you wallop that cunt! And kick her while she's down!* Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I
a bbq chicken wing Thet me like a king Lemme hear you sing Money cant buy you love Thought you knew that Eight days a week Livin like a rugrat Sex machine
Hey) It takes a man to take a stand, understand it takes A woman to make a stronger man (As we both get strong) They'll call me a crazy Asiatic while I'm singin' a
a woman ever said I did Uh, she's a motherfuckin' liar and I'm a set up kid And I can tear shit up y'all 'cuz that's my style And these are the days
at me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
and a dog stretches a woman works and a kid kvetches I'm ridin' on a road that stretches over the border to america Over the border to america (intro) I
a fuck whether you die or you live I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal