Be A Hater But Now I Got Money I Got Greater If You Dont Like Go To Hell Blow Ass Get Up I Got The Game Who D_block He Got More Fame. All Ya Rappers
[Intro: S.I. (Sheek Louch)] Oh yeah! (Yeah! It's the comp!) Na na na na na! (D-Block! S.I. Let's go!) [Chorus: S.I. (Sheek Louch)] I'm just ridin in
falling in love w/ someone else too Not even if I try I couldn't say goodbye We been together too long, trying to keep you in my world (D-Block!!) [
New York Tony Yayo GGGGG G Unit And I'd like to thank Game cause hes Mr. Potato Head of the year Put together gangsta, Change Of Heart ass nigga I'd like
I fill the bank up, and fill the safe up. Them k's on deck in case you niggas play dumb. You know I'm g'd up. You know I'm soulja'd down. Rest in peace
here I'm gettin' full all the time gettin' blunted My company on the move we bought the benz 500 A.K.'s and glocks, in the back the Lexus jeeps Havin' big baller parties every other
let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man Got a AR... 15 I mean D.O.A when I hit the
you and If you fake I don't want to be no where around you I'ma Head Buster, Tru Hustler, a real nigga and Believe I'd never get caught without my steel
ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em' [Verse 4: Lloud Banks] The Double L O Y D Get put on an I.V Tryin ta
: J'suis mon propre fan (x4) Tout c'que t?as besoin d'savoir (J'suis mon propre fan) Je suis la personne qui me faut (J'suis mon propre fan) La facon
sincerely Kickin' it off on a ghetto track Bringin' to you some actual facts From the bottom, known as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A.D
fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell me
is all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still
: I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks... but no. (Tupac) I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothafucka
it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million (Outlaw.. ninety-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni**az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D
that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was
both black and white are smokin crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And
X) I love to go back, to the block I got my game from Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin