did it all for you i did it all for youuu yeah he yeah he yeah he heee all for you yeah he yeah he yeah he heee all for you Verse 2: I can remember
Wiggler) Yeah, You pullin up at the light Your rims looking good You got them spinners But when your hoe asks you to take her out You can't even afford I-Hop You
fearin' nothin' - you're in front me, you get chopped I'm hot, dog - keep that glock and it's cocked, dog First time you're caught off your game, you
ain't no limit for 'em Nigga if i had to I'd take a life sentence for 'em ?? jungel On a wild life adventure for 'em It don't matter I go on any kind
in the game for awhile I done graduated I feel deep down in my heart I can't be faded You don't know what I done been through To get to (not at all) Where
staller It's a young G, nuthin else than a young baller 4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew
you likes to bob it Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin' Music that's non-stoppin' P-poppin' for the hoes Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals You
All On U Chorus Street shit is what I'm into You got it I'm comin' to get you Don't hesitate nigga or the B.G. gone have to split you I'm down for
: Big Tymers: Fa sho...this for my homie K.C. That just did ten in tha pen Bout to spit this game for ya fool Chorus: [B.G. & Big Tymers] These niggas
B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump Ride guns, all that start funk [Mannie Fresh] Look out you bitch, you [B.G.] Watch out for
out Birds and money that's all that excite me Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me President lover, undercover, ain't another like me You
uh-of the Hot Boy$ Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat You want beef
, the ghetto is all I know Hunger, no feast is all a young nigga know Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through And this K will slow you down ?
Baby given coke to the young soldiers I told ya we takin' over Knockin' heads off shoulders Think you boulder 'cause you older, but I'm colder With the trigger I'll run all
real, we got whole thangs for half a sell F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy
dirty I know you heard me But you lied tonight But you can't hide It's written all over yo' face you easy to find Niggas front, scars all over they
got a nigga don't give a fuck I hope you got your vest on If you don't when the K blast you won't have your chest on Nigga now you get your rest on Brains
[Young Buck:] Nigga that's my bitch I don't wanna hear shit She like; F**K THAT NIGGA... U can't do it like this Nigga you are not rich Tell her; F**K
