want you fuckin' with my shit My neck and my knuckles covered with crushed out shit Sparklin' gold cover my muthafuckin' grill Pockets filled with big head hundred dollar bills Fuckin' up this rap game with
Look out you bitch, you [B.G.] Watch out for 2 twos [Mannie] Automatics, with the static that ya talkin Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes From
me Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me President lover, undercover, ain't another like me You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with
you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my team with
I stop ya heart from beatin, down to the dirty-do I leave a nigga flesh hangin from his chest 'Cause the best that he dressed Couldn't fuck with the Smith
I think with a pen and pad Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block with a glock
.G.] Well, I'm gon' kick it ? You bitches understand? I'ma get my n's deep and...buy me a truck Get high, get up instead of walkin' with that duck I'ma
: [B.G.] Choppers with drums Nigga thats how it comes Assualt rifles, extended clips Let you know where I'm from The names chopper city It's a city of
Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way
: Daddy-O, Daddy-O from Stet? Word black! C'mon man, you buggin Yo, the one and only You zonin now with that Daddy-O money, I'm tellin you! Yo (?), yo
deep in the bush Crushin all cave-men; without an Operation PUSH but with the skills that the people call mad fat as I stalk like a saber-tooth cat with
but if nobody moves, nobody gets hurt [Chorus x2: minor variations] [Daddy-O] I'm +Flowin in File+ with a bag full of goodies Twenty-five deep out in Brooklyn with
streets were rough And when times were hard, a nigga had to get tough So when I was broke, I had to take to the street Ten and twenty deep, duckin from
fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and Flowing like the creampie inside of your daughter Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with
: (Earl) It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official
go on living just the same I once knew a man, very talented guy He's sing for the people and people would cry They knew that his song came from deep
hope now this loss doesn't end with out challenge to feel better end all these fronts with in a window decision lost you feel alive how can I stop this from
the chest Die where you slept, probably the best Matter of fact, def we the best Leave you blessed with a rhyme or leave you stretched Cowards can't step, we connecet with