wondered how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one
shit The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, I Love money, but the scrambles hot So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot
: Burn One Burn One This is another raw beats production (yeah yeah) Gucci (huh huh huh hah) Guccarachi baby gucci gucci (coke-ina shawty) [Hook:] When
Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga
And I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my
burnin up) the witch keeps sellin me (we burnin up) since we burn em Up (they keep turnin up) and we turn corrupt (till we burnt and lovely) [shaggy
on it, you know? Drugs and music get me where I wanna go now. But I gotta make the money for it and it?s not that easy nowadays. [Chorus] My uncle shoots
: (feat. Street Life) Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [x3] Shoot em On Sight Sight Sight [overlaps INS talking] [Inspectah Deck] Another mission, Street
History so long so long so long [Verse 1:] In search of victory she keeps saluting me If only we can be together momentarily We can make love and make
better come correct how you 'proachin me Dime divas give it to me (Aaahhh) [Bridge: Keri Hilson] I shot the sheriff But wait til I shoot these bitches, down down, Shoot
m playing with Phoenix And I'm balling with my shot like I'm Gilbert Arenas And I'm breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn
for an eye, two for two, blood for blood Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love [Nas:] What did Malcolm think, split second 'fore he was shot? Did
notice, arrive like the infant Joseph, with a grudge to Ceasar, like the blood of Jesus, I told the Judge they don't love us, we don't love um' either
laced with ingredients, gon' come on like gunpowder Pom-pom! lick a shot, then I got to order I'm runnin for the border for causin disorder Pom-pom! lick a shot
Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("
mi Dudes on di block wid dem glocks runnin scared of mi I keep my tool near to mi, so don't just appear to mi Neva touch my money no my money's near
thing I don't choke on the mic I choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque I love trucks but drop-tops
Hah? Family business FR to snitches I'm down with M.O.B. yeah Money over Bitches (Chorus: Pras) For the love of this, I give my life a diss And for the love