I wanna go home, but I can't Cos now I live in a car I used to have a lot, I had a chance But now I'm bleeding a stone I park by the Wal-Mart every night
in the passenger seat. I'm never looking back again, i've failed enough before. Only one more problem before i go and i'm ending it right now. I'm
and dodge you like snitches I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches [Chorus] [E.D.I.] That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope
Sometimes I braid my hair but then Sometimes I don't Sometimes I braid it up Sometimes I don't Sometimes I follow the law but then Sometimes I won'
just to hold your body drove me crazy and it weren't like i had to pretend that i'll be a casanova if you'd only let me show ya felt like a drink so we
If I could I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me baby) Sometimes I get drunk, for stress
ride, don't take me for a sucker You leavin unattended I'm a take the mutha fucker 2 to the D to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the ICP I like bass, treble
linen Duece times 5, that's my type women Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it? Fifty cal' flow, get low Intro to
are Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much Magazine said I'm shallow, I
I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Now I've gotta do whats right I stop the car and throw the keys Out of the window, sets me free I throw the pistol in the back So I'm out of the car
mouth insinuates I'm ballin I'm leanin on a switch sittin crooked in my slab But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab A young Houston hard hitter
, Nas rhymes acapella* And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'
Nas] I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox
you broke I ain't piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto My mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for Huh, I'm doing this for hip hop I'm coming
me that my license was suspended I got offended for a minute then pretended that I never even got the damn letter it's nine o'clock on the dot so I think I'd
you live as a gangsta then stand up Mack10 a 'D boy', so my cash is rubberbanned up [Verse Three - Trick Daddy] (T.I.) (Who I'm isss...) I represent
I grab my gun And start blazin', this shit got a nigga agein' I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin' A G faithfully, mama pray for me Yo nigga, go