I need a homie that know me when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody calling back now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
: [Chorus] Realizing livin life for me, always gettin into trouble Cuz, im so fly Im on a whole nother level Left the block, and now im smiling countin
: I don't have a Master's or Bachelor's, just a certificate sayin' "Certified Rapper", fresh, fly, and dapper Cracker with cheese, and Connecticut steez
on I?fm refusing to ever give up The only thing I ever gave?fs using no more excuses Excuse me if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if
somethin' for me [Chorus] I can't, stand here and watch her dance She got me comin' outta my pants And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her If
it, boy I'm getting mine Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time I'd be damned If I go
Eve] Yo, yo blonde hair must be an aphrodisiac for cats Want me, dick's be harder then aluminum bat's Flaunt me, I don't hang around with average cats
you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez... [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge Knowledgists, street astrologists Light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly
crime families of America. I control 26,000 men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if there's one thing I'm sure of,
: (feat. Yo Gotti & Rocko) [Chorus:] I gets lots of cash [x14] If you don't like it kiss my ass [Verse: Gucci Mane] I got lots of bags I got lots of
: Bitches get sprung when I walk by I dunno if its my ass, or maybe cuz I talk fly But no lie, as soon as I speak to em They all want me to screw em
fag hags listen I, cash that cooking, I fast like, put it in the bag Flip the crack til that fag ass listen, if Cash need cash fast, listen, it's so bad
all that Feining for this pussy, as if y'all was on crack When it comes to the truth, I can't hold back Y'all cats that be babysittin', and these broads
papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no, nope You can't see 'em Though you got plans to be him Pay homage if by chance you meet him
Can I Live? Yo, yo, yo I blacks out, I pulls da mack out Scream what's that about, then I clap out I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on Don
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than
the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
jigga, jigga feel this... [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em
