is you tryna prove Gon head and choose ya [? ], cause I'm a shoot [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] And open my fitted, I'm commited to my city Anything
in his grave if I don't live it up I put God first, family second, and money third so my fourth option gotta be gettin off these birds my momma give me
rough and rugged We be clubbin, thuggin, hustlin, and head bustin Teeth platinum or gold, everyday dress code T-shirt, Reeboks, bandanas, and Girbauds It'll be
me gon' be gone I ain't scared at all - my nuts hang low, wodie Try sizin me up, that ass gotta go, wodie Six under the dirt is where you'll be fuckin
'll give my last dime to my nigga Save my heart But keep it real at all times with my nigga Look, that's for my nigga If he on a murder charge I'ma make
years strong in this game Been doing my thang (respect) Eighteen Livin' a millionaire dream (dream) All my niggas worth ten Gs (off top) Twenty on my rolex five on my pinky ring In my
tryin you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with yo head get knocked loose quick it's all on you bitch, choose bitch my life or your life you know only God
that made me lose my head and now it's to late one day to soon but be ready for the rest of your days. (Chourus:) Yeaah,Yeaah,Ohh,Ohh 2x Please god
: Well, baby, there you stand. With your little head down in your hands. Oh, my God, you can't believe It's happening again Your baby's gone and you
God she cried out O my God I'm disgraced too ashamed to lift my face to You because our sins are greater than our heads can hold in You I trust O my God
hide Thank God I'm still alive My pockets look like there's cracks on me My waist looks like I got the mac on me These hoes on my dick I got that axe
head, ask me what I'm ridin in so I can say the Enzo My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to fiddle on my
My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
my knife, my gun, my vest It's on, Lay a nigger on his lawn, Versace style, Got my 44 alone in my Versace now Hold my foot kilos Switch cars trying to be
) We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin? them thangs [50 Cent] After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out
begins and then you die this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse Clip hangin' out the side of my parka now My eyes blood
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole
(You got to be good to me) You got to be all I need you to be baby (I'm going be good to you) And I'll make you feel like OHH MY GOD [50 Cent:] I'm