you got ya hands full fuckin with me with this beef shit I be on some all night flight, no sleep shit me, my dogg and two K's fuck that four deep shit
uh-oh), uh-oh (uh-oh) What's happ'n (what's up), ha look out (look out) come on (come on) let's do this here (let's do it baby) everybody throw your hands
put your back in your chest Play the same twitch straight to the project Just chill - sit back and lay low Stay on my p's and q's - keep the four-four
of my hoes with a full steezy And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy And send the video tape back to B.Geezy And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy
back against the wall All I do is fuck hoes I got dreams to make a mill Like them niggas in the nolia The hustlin' skills pays my bills But still keep my hand
grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man, On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'
chimpin I wanna be eatin jumbo shrimp and lobster I want 200,000 in the bank, you wanna be the imposter mobster Recognize like Sam Snead, I got 'em four
lyrisch Gstank-Ton, tuuf wie Plankton En teil stresse d'Belle wie Gaston Bis Lucky, ich d'Brueder Dalton Wil wann's mi biist dann mit Lumiere an Antwort Und e heissi Hand
trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit The four-
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?) Cause I got hit the last time I left mom at home My hand bling
teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven series BM, Six series benz Twenty-four
with Diddy I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin Bustin my hand I pay em about 160 Hollow tips, four
and flag down a car when the shit drive by Im a pimp like preety tone i got the info on the preety chrome Fuicking hoes over fifty four my name here weight
tears In the streets how little niggas growin' gray hairs See nine out of ten try to rhyme But I've been spittin' lines Since eighty nine They going hand to hand
Round three's When we kiss inside his car Won't go all the way But I'll go pretty far! Round four He'll ask me for my hand and then Round five We'll
with you, so I ain't gotta put that weight on you [Pre-chorus:] And I can't understand how a man could look at his woman and wanna throw hands And I
: [Verse One: Damien] With this mic in my right hand I can reshape the face of the world And shift sands Child, woman, and man stand on command Communicating
: In the middle of a caravan On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of
