and overcome, oh hum hum Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown What goes round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade I know its through
Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at I'm dead up, niggas doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up Know for my Roley I was set up I can'
c'mon.. yeah, c'mon.. Yeah baby c'mon.. uh, c'mon.. [Verse One] Let's discuss this - listen while I bust this It's from the K, so hey you can trust this
ass for Pimp Daddy baby all night All kind's of car's neighborhood superstar's Fed by nigga's and loved by broads Mannie Fresh a.k.a. Willis (Willis
threw her ass(in the trunk) And even though she had a big plump rump I threw her in an let the beat bump(through her in the trunk) [x2] 2K11 ridin so
anytime, at any store we spend a G Wanna ball in the Bahamas, courtesy of K.T MacBoney gotta mill, as well as Dolla D.P A.K. house on the hill right
You bitch ass niggas, we call y'all "dog butts" Yeah, I remember what they said Yeah, my pockets used to be skinny, now they fat like K-Fed Aww man My
in Niggas get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run [Verse 2:] Never thought niggas would tell ain't thes a bitch ass niggas scared of jail Fed
There ain't nothing to see because I'm not in yo vision On and I'm gone get fed up one day Put lead up in the K Come and hit up where ya stay so Baby
from his wife Somebody said it's cheapa to keep her But not in K-Fed's case (no!) 'cause Britney even had to pay for K-Fed's case (Cha-Ching!) Nick and
girls like [Ludacris:] They wanna talk to ya, so SHUT UP AND LISTEN! If you can't take the heat, THEN GET THE F**K OUT THE KITCHEN! Cause a ride or die
bothering you I aun't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you I guess I got a bad attitude [Verse 1:] I spit slick shit like K-Y Jelly Out for the
been let out the penitentiary Snoop Dogg would like to say That I'm a crazy motherfucker when I'm playing with my A.K. Since I was a youth I smoked weed
up? Sucka what up? Run up punk or shut up Cause I'm a put a slug in your lung and have you coughin' blood up Cause I'm fed up with you suckaz talkin'
There was a man from Allentown who fed his son to death He calmly watched him gorge himself until his final breath And there he stood surprised and shocked
same D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Side Queens Next up(Ha, hey I believe that's me) And what's ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy) And where you from(
wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run (Verse 3) Never thought niggas would tell {aint this a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail FED
des bons bons pour vous mangez The party people scream, "Oui, oui c'est vrai" 'Cause I got remote for my big day Hey, I'm A D R O C K I use a microphone