I can't break thru' that way Our friends told us We wouldn't last for the week I guess they think that I'm a freak They hated my blue streak I can't
red nigga Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta
So silly!! [So silly silly silly silly ] Pumped up Big Willy I don't really think he really I don't really think he really, I don't think he know! Hit
piece? (yeah!!) What up, cuz of the way we think they want to incarcerate us They think time will break us, but time won't break us [Punchline] I rock
they can't blame it on a nigga row Bring the money to the rooster Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent
the glass I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my
: I'm gettin out im leavin here Im kickin right thru this door I stole your girl who was my girl I always said shes a whore bust thru accererate from
drive thrus, Like gimme all the money; Oh yeah, 'And some frys too, That same lootin, Makes e'm that big rolla, Now he can hit the club an play some
on the face, hot models who vommit after they eat so they can stay lightweight, swallowin' my protein like an ol' routine shake, come thru' like mo green
would of threat you I knew you wasn't shit before I met you And just because you can't walk it Don't mean you cant talk it My cats got mels to hit
the anthem Hella rockin' the planet again you can't stand it again Huns, they been comin' thru to see me man Then I depants'em and I bust Randon in the
walk around with my jaws clinched like the Grench I'm headed for trouble cause I can't sit here and struggle How can I bubble if I don't get out and
the pressure others break from the pain It's been fifteen of the damdest and ain't nothing changed but the weather Times are still getting harder and niggas can't
can say what you want to say But every dog has his day, so you gonna pay Can't run , can't hide ain't nowhere to go And if it ain't a bald head, then
pounds (No she didn't come thru with a thong on She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it) You can't seperate me, Ima seperate you Bitch ya' pussy
up and shake the scene or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it With my six-shooters on
with gold thangs we ridin for sure So tell me how much money can one playa make? (make) and how much o' ya ass can one nigga break? You're just a gigolo
