group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya, I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But
my money up Get my money up So I went and got my money up And now I got this money up I'm in the H-A-W-A-I-I Dream dropped another one, tell them niggas bye-bye I
all that, I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit, But I still talk that CA-A-ASH, 'Cause a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at
a synonym I wasn't really spittin game I was scrimmigin My pimpinship so hard it needs censorship I'ma chicagoan till Chicago ends Till we blow like Chicago wind I don't
, learn ya, stay out it if it don't concern ya You don't really want to get involved wit da murder But shit if ya want it we got it, we bringing it!
track bite She don?t? know the casio cost 100 It?s been two years since I?ve done it now all the rappers want it What? everybody i'd like to announce throw your
I got your money.. I got your poor measly.." Eddie Murphy "One dollar.." Dan Akroyd "Can I borrow a dollar?" BizMarkie "Nigga you ain't shit..
your man or just thump your freak I come to your town, I'm not under I want your name and your telephone number You think I'm faking, but I'll call
I hope you understand we don't want to upset the apple cart and we don't want to cause any harm all the way down the east coast
, you got to vote for me I'm a winner, baby I am the man, yes, I am Here I am, I'll do everything I can Well, I'm a winner Yes, I'm a winner, baby, yeah
Mutulu With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and mercy I told
your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more (Verse 4: Common) A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy I told
her back I'm making out with her mother like I'm in high school And I don't sale crack to my African brothers I sell it to they mothers and they ex-
waiter looked nervous Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid What I do, duck, Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that
your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
' So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger And you'll be dead if I pull this trigger So where the safe at I want the loot and the cavey Yo money
I'll be gone before they search through my Prada Because I don't want the drama, don't wanna holla at your honor So under the seat I'ma carry the llama