same Yourself to blame, you had it made I'm not afraid to call a spade a fucking spade You're just a joke in my eyes Your shitty life makes me feel
, ya ride natural, I'm on twenty-fours 2003 black Hummer, H2O 450's, DVD, XBox TV's Mouths drop, I come through, heads turn, eyes buck Like whoa, who
extra clip that's how i do I gotta choosin menu and playa its all on u Baby drop it to me on the DL And I drop to all my niggas on VL Put that coke in
you hear my vocals Comin' out them low lows From L.A. to NY On the Red Eye Teflon in my luggage You got to love it I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary
the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast! I make it so HOT! - One shot'll melt your ass! GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red Told
face is oretty as astronomy And if a bullet whistles Like a poison kiss Well i dont care these days Now she's knee deep in fifty pound noted While a slow red
niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my nigga
Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red My lead, yo head, I fed Like you shit I got rhymes push that shit like weight My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver Bond is my life so I live by my word Never
they eyes on my dough Chorus: Mase (singing) We got riches, we got bitches You want drama, we got guns I'm that kid, from Harlem World and you know where I'm from Now my
you feel like a change, well it can all be arranged At my video shop At my video shop At my video shop At my video shop Let me fly, fly you away And
on you like that! Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit. Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of
bombers in a war zone, You wanted funk my nigga? So now the war's on, Late night I'm on a creep for a full chrome, Red light boom, will drive inside your
it cardiac arrested It's to late for retractin ya'll statements ya'll mutha fuckas done wore out my patients On my momma I'm a make sure ya hood gets rolled on
years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the
ll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my
seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on
