have only a few months is a crime One day let's set up a home Where it's winter all year long Boots, hats and winter mitts Summer nights I will not miss
Mike G) I been sick, since I was un-mixed and mastered Blast them bastards screamin' fuck another rapper O.F. soldier, Buffalo Bill, don't think I will But I
tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with
I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip For
on my mind Told myself I'm a grind As soon as I get out that paper what I'm about After 4 months home I had the Lan I shine 2 months later I copped the
? I?m so sick of calling You up, telephone me No, fuck you girl, I?m going out I gave you my all, but I'm loving a wall now I?m jingle belling, everyone
I dont respect these niggas, i'm a real mother fucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I aint feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, i
what? Act up, fire gon make ya hate me... Fuck sick shit up, move up, burn shit down, spark it up! Then ya lay down.. cause I got that fire, fire, fire
Hotter then the summer bitch you know I got it covered son Get it done when I get up on a beat and I tear it up Cause all I got in this world is my word
to get richer, I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city, I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable diddy, I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's
t fuck with me, don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me [Verse 1: Drake] I got car money, fresh start money I want Saudi money, I want
what the dummys talk I don't do to much blogging, I just run the town, I don't do to much jogging I aint gotta scar yet, you fucking round with me and
My women either centerfolds or on the main covers Stunt so hard I make these niggas hate summer And pray for winter but when it's winter time I'm still
summer start And I was lookin up to Chris Bud and Black Bill And Curtis for whom I let the yak spill Heard somebody got knocked but hate chose his path
't hatin (Some people hate!) Don't tell me niggaz is hatin (Some people hate!) Nah.. you know what I think? (Some people hate!) I think.. (I think they
gon' break up, now everyday I wake up Somebody got somethin to say What's all the fuckin fussin for? Because I'm grubbin more and I pack heat like I
