it I'll whisper through the door 'Cause you know what your heart's for Know what your heart's for Blind men like me can never hold on Then it's gone
't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass, uhh It ain't easy
Kim, don't conversate with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, you knew we... I'll let them suckers know it's on for life Don't let
t fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west
Line it on up, guarantee you get served. Lil' Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just a president,
a' folk nazis ruined my favourite station Said I hate what they've done, to XPN If you hear it now, it's just a pale imitation Well it's brunch with
you love it You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We onnnn, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't runnin wit it run from it motherfucker
don't wanna listen to it I don't wanna hear it Tell ya mother listen to it Tell ya bitch to hear it 30 bricks are plenty good Bet my bitch a do it Think
relly had money raised we'd sport NeeKay's (Nike's) And on the girls had they turkish link If it broke they made earings to it, like they mean to do it
it you can get it, come and sign up, We got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up Man we so about it, 5 star count it Could have fucked the World
it?s time to go (Lil Wayne) Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven?s right above it We on It?s Young Money, motherfucker
is you wit it (Yeah)I ain't even tryin to hit it. I ma get it once its time to get it. Lets talk about [Chorus] [Verse 2 (Mannie)] I got this rat name
this shyt I'm bout to murder this shyt It's ya boy weezy BABY Holla Ay ay Bitch I'm down for my squiddies and I ride for the cause It's the S-Q boys with
to talk Knew exactly what we wanted, before he took off Mr. Alien Sir, for what it's worth WE WANT TO BE THE GREATEST FAKE MC'S ON EARTH [Little Green
my fancy braud And she full grain So it's no words And it's no slang And I'm no trick And I'm no lame It's just so sick That she soak game [x4] It's
see a mill, you damn right it's real I keep it real, from the school of the hard knocks The brown skinned brother with dreadlocks That's that's stickin
shot yo brother So what the fuck you gone do now {Snoop} My brother s out of it but I'm still in it On top of that I'm in it to win it I cant believe
it You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker