extent All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin' my name bent I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo' Disrespect me or play me off the top
All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin my name bent I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta
Übersetzung: Jugendlich. Off The Top.
the power to run shit So dog ass hoes don't even step to me If you don't suck dick or pay bills you ain't no help to me Top notch hustler I'm buryin'
dude So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes Verse Three: Hot Boys B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha Me and the lil
younger day I was facin' penitentiary (fa sho) I was packin' 22s back in elementary (i saved ya) I done been through it all A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go through fall (off top
: [B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
ridin' on chrome now Get yo shine on and chase yo richest You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches {B. G. } Juvenile gave me a ride to the drop top
they struggle and they hustle But you cant knock the hustle, feel this Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck Buck, buck, off the top
it off I got the proper ammunition The skills are profession, versatility and great determination To rip any MC who tests the ill little juvenile Kicking
Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea Deep depths makes rappers salted Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off
his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda
the ?? take a head, chop it off No father, fuck being proper bitch, we poppin' off And to top it off we droppin' monster monologues That's hot enough
a creep, ready to bust, Full of that dope, don't give a fuck, I run up on ya get stuck, I'll off a priest nigga, niggas who got it, off that yay, I'ma
them all, Pac and Biggie there ain?t here anymore Better do something, sound the trumpet, cuz? I?m goin to war Chorus To all the playas popping off at
give a young nigga thirty-five to life When i ain't even done nothin wrong offica I have no in-fo to offer-ya He asked my name so i came off the brain
: [Wayne] What, wha, wha, wha, wha What, wha, wha, wha, wha Cash Mo-ney Millionairs So take it there [Juvenile] Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow
