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
chin When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you swim And you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage Or have my bullets like e-mail,
Puff Daddy] Uh, yeah Queen Bee, 2000 Come on 1 - No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you
so you know my cash is long Brains, I ain't even gotta ask it's on Come on, tha ice is blue, the remey is red Haters turn green, queens wanna give me
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 stash Hydraulics all around so
My third eye be the equivilant to the album red pie so I give you a piece of my mind, just multiply times infinite Spiritual elevate so I high commite
Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail How High? -- You better check XXL! Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - "I Don't Kare" Yo bitches say you
mind and one cause, that's the shit Son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker
Candahar You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard Post
cough Girl you in so much ice you could freeze New York You're man must really love you, what does he do for a living? (He works on Wall Street he's
You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money S.O.D. money gang LBW Gang you already
silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was all ready on fish and
thirty-thousand for my bacon Wasted like a rock band, red like a banker All this ice on me got me like a flown glacier All on the 'Tron, straight chill
me see you put your hands up in the air I said get up! Girl, you look good I want to get to know you better You look good in them jeans And them red stilettos You
gun store, beefin' what you want boy You wan' be nice to me? ! - You wan' shoot dice with me? ! You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous? Nigga
man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money S.O.D. money gang LBW Gang you
you? Tighter than a Federal jail How high? You better check double XL Yo, niggaz say you ain't shit I don't care Yo bitches say you broke as fuck I don't care Nigga say
so I could shoot straight Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you