lookin at you) And there ain't no doubt about it Girl, the way you move And there ain't no doubt about it Hey girl, Baby you cool (Game n Justin)
it's a war goin on and dogg I'm all in it I ain't tryna turn back this my life I'm a live it I ain't gotta come now so if you trip I'm a send it I'm
to take it to some "G" shit, street shit Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real I'm bout
: [B.G.] I be thug'n and it ain't no secret I run game so when it's ran on me I can peep it My mind frame set on stacking six figures plus I let 'em
I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at My hoes done elevated i'm on another
look at it You know (really do) They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us They don't give a fuck about us Thuggin' till
pain it's inflicted. Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head. Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague. It spreads. It's epidemic. Forgotten, forgotten it
rockets Not shoplift, I'm liftin shop Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten my sign is stop! It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles
it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect
I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin' this shit is real, it ain't a game. [Chorus -
take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game It ain't easy to make money
t make it, that's just part of the game Besides I ain't rapping about dope nor did I sell it I guess the story of a country boy just ain't compelling
it ain't about what they seein Take the money and the toys, niggaz still human beings All of that ain't jack if you ain't got the respect Cause a real
with that mighty real good, ooooh No doubt about it You bound to feel it good We still hood, even though we came up Changed the whole game up No matter
songs) But don't get it twisted we Thug and we real with it They feel we flip and we deal with it Ain't gotta like it, better live with it Just trust
t [Layzie:] Your boy Lil Layzie comin through all in that black Monte Carlo I'm swtichin lanes, givin lanes like it ain't no tomorrow Ima tryna get around
It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd! All these slimy, grimy women World and women takes a livin. It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so
you got and I want it I'ma take it Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe
