cocked Zazemi You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride, If you lie, that's the only way I let you
all his life so What could you do to me? It's not new to me Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that
every heart so please beleive me wen i say, (chorus)Everywhere you go you hear, music, you feel it in your soul once you, do it, so if u want to roll you can, do
This is how we do, this is how we do Check it, check it out y'all, this is how we do This is how we do, this is how we do Check it, check it out y'all
Pricks And Still To This Day Though She Clean I Wish My Mommy Never Sniffed But The Hurt Is Makin' Me Betta Wit This Gift Im Live Wit This Ink U Could
so many haters you never know, alright [Verse 1] As I read this letter and as you listen I know right now I'm either dead or in prison I'm writing this
from the slums From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue Verse Three: Rubbabandz Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do Last year, you
this (Gangsta Shit) Play with me if you want to nigga Trick where's my money at You die fucking with me in this (Gangsta Shit) I wouldn't have it any way
in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you
gaynor on you motherfuckers, I will survive You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back? You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get
you grin Verse one: rock, ruck Aiyyo run for your gunz me and dutch coming through Rock ruck you and you crew fuck the boys in blue This be bucktown
, we look just alike A younger version of me, half my age and height I played, 'Beat you up', made you tough, taught you to fight Put you on, showed you
came you shoulda slid to my crib fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done plus congratulations you know you got a son i heard he looks like you
these n***** Play around, I'll numb you like the powder that they sellin' Potna, don't you know you f****** with a mobsta? I don't give a f*** about you
you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart Want urine in your face, all you had to do was say it You wish you
this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here
Ortiz Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit I know what you gon' ask I got you, don't even stress it [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] No I Don
Them Pricks And Still To This Day Though She Clean I Wish My Mommy Never Sniffed But The Hurt Is Makin' Me Betta With This Gift I'm Live With This Ink