Shut your mouth, watch your back Cross my path, I'll make you suffer Can't take this anymore Time to push you out the door I see it in your eyes
: (Baby of BigTymer$) Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics Verse 1: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll I ain't even gotta tell
don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em (I never liked these niggaz anyway) (They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today) Hey... (Nobody gon' miss you anyway) (No days
Out A Bag Big Enough To Fit In Vacuum Cleaners I Wear A Glove When I Blaze A Fatty, I Aint Ur Baby Daddy, U Flippin Now He Tryin To Grab Me Out That
nikes I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed is the numbers on the range I bought me an old school and blew out
000 Check my album out nigga February 11th you gonna hear him talk You little bitch Tryin' to jump off like its a promotional stunt Seven days before your album drop
dont even matter. [Chorus:] Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. I'm
It's gettin crazy after dark, These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penetentiary I've been movin these things since the days
gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days
use to smoke back in the 70's [echo] Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop g's when I drop degrees [echo] When I ease across the block With Pac [echo
these days Murders, brothers dyin, funerals [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] s**t, it's like I done ran out of suits homey I done ran out of tears
Halloween, check out the murder scene Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen My homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays These
shit? (Nah) A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35 Gettin him for ends Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent When these
how do we do these niggas But I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killa Jay-Z die too Looking out for Mobb Deep Nigga when I find you Weak mutha-fuckas
statistic, out here doin nuttin Tryin to maintain in this dirty game, keep it real and I will even if it kills me, my young niggaz break away from these
it's all about survival Just stay smart Keep your mind on your bank roll always stay ahead of these stank hos These days It's an all out rat race And
is for suckas then Tonight we Bleed Out for all that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps
house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, f**k these