me from somewhere? Hazel eyes and curly hair Have you seen me anywhere? Look at me, I'm blending into the wall And I wonder if I'm really here at all
big [Mannie Fresh] Waaaaannnnhhh, it's the comeback kid [B.G.] I'm getting money, looking good, just look at the watch (bling) Matter fact, take a look
is pussy-proof I see ya lookin at me, ya see me lookin at you Fuck mind-fuckin each other, hot girl what it do Break bread or fake dead, I ain't with
"Man that little nigga doing hid thing" 'Cause I am doing my thing And kiss my grandma for me ya heard me Man do that for me dog Kiss both of them for me ya heard me
my motherfuckin' lighter? And look at that bitch over there - don't she look like a spider? I guess a playa like me better sit down beside her I know
against me or it R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special with it, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, please leave me
A Nigga That You Thought You Knew To Come Through And Put A Hole In You G Unit Lloyd Banks, Haha, 50 Cent I Ain't Even Got A One Card Look At These Niggas
door it's R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special ed, I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me
be an MC Ask yourself, ask yourself, ask yourself Believe me The rhyming part is easy But in this game It gets greasy You're looking for the bread But
] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em After me there'll be no more left of 'em The last booty-shake gangsta Look at all the bread
Tokyo hunny turned it up hotty got though i stroke for show now up in Atlanta at the strip club she thick cuz took me to the slots where the crib was
Niggas they wanna see me rise '97 watch me cut these motherfuckers down to size And if I catch another case Lord knows how they hate me Got a playa
move and CLAP, now your brain's gone You like me, you aight with me; me? I'm into me I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me Do 'em like the Kennedy
see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I
I, with the brand new shake (uh huh) Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah) See me in
that's keeping me from seein this nigga, wanna crawl on me, and creep on me, cuz they kno better then to let me see him in front of me, outside the car
push me Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me Y'all tickle me pink I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me Hickory dickory dock,
my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P