You killed my fuckin' brotha Payback, muthafucka 1 8 7 nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge, drive by
You killed my fuckin' brotha Payback muthafucka 1 - 8 - 7 nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge Drive-by
probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the
have a future? When a push comes to shove would you come through for me? I can't be bad by myself be sad by myself I can't be broke by my damn self Would
mind guilty conscience drive him on He can't give her what she needs He wants to give her what he thinks she wants Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive
the knuckles, like the nigga wash half of his Hands and lotion three quarters of his body, please say put yo hands down, if yo spinnin rims Spin counter
him drive a half a mile pull over and let me out Shake the spot and take the under routes park up in the cuts Now this motherfucker starts driving in
ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body [Rick Ross Talking] Born to win Look around From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count
got to do with money count Holiday in With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam' I need
get I hold up Take it back up to the N.Y. Show 'em how we do, what we do and why Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by You see our paper
I was rollin' through the hood one day Thought shit den calmed down, "gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around Ain'
that drive by, listen for a second Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body
position Ma I don't care She like when I shine up them jewels that blind her And drive by the projects while a nigger holler I let her drive the V,
my own mind, Determined, to be a legend in my own time, And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by, My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body
to Fuckwit on the Chicks bathroom wall I'm slightly easy and a trife bit sleazy With the wit of a red brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley My theory
