how to flip that money three ways {Three ways} Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway} (Wit that east coast slang that us country girls be like) Low cut -- wit the deep waves {deep
Just close your eyes no way to lose And I'm right there I'm going too Release control we're breaking thru Way back deep into the brain Back where there
him right now and needed him him back then. But back then I was act-in', Now-a-days I serve back-hands with back-spin. Tryin' to prove rappers are intelligent
flower Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the size of nickels Got Starkey coming out of his coat I gots to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing
Feins of the wicked shit its time to get hot Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit right Detroit legendary demon lopatara Staring you right back
Snap', damn son, I beast that Shorty she a free stack, where do they teach at? Plus she got the deep cat, know I had to creep back "Maybe I owe you something
X in my 'yac Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and
Hill, Mobb Deep shook it but Prodigy took it a lil too far, can?t fuck with Brooklyn, Wu Tang gang bang, Meth ate, Rae? took on the date with the Purple
: (feat. Memphis Bleek) Uh huh Is y'all ready? Is y'all ready?? HOOK 2X: Holla! If you real and you know you a G Holla! Deep in these streets when
: [JR Writer:] Writer, okay Uhh, I got 'em, DipSet, uhh Back to the lab, rap in the bag Roll me a blunt, pass me a pad, the dude's goin in I mastered
deep purple falls, Over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker in the sky, Through the mist of a memory, You wander back to me, Breathing
y'all had enough of that shit I wanna see thrones, I want a land of my own I want a zone, finally found my way back home Sit back and relax, readin my
Smokin purple haze every day, every night shit Bitches holdin grunges on that childish type shit And when the dough get low tell me where your click is We roll 50 deep
rubber when I chirp it Come on doggy doggy, you ain't got nothing for me Put a gash in your neck about four inches deep Yeah, keep talkin like Murray
Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back [Lil
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit Back
of Montego Bay Table mountain, flying fish, banana spiders, pots of paint And the sun on the equator Setting like an ember thrown to deep water From crimson to black But coming back
momma kitchen You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda with that vert' top back