waste of your own time A fucking lost cause You complain about all the wrong you've done But the wrongs never stop Caught in a trap, can't get out
at him!" That be the Hot Boy they call "Bling Bling Slim" Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out Everybody lookin and sayin "damn he iced out"
I don't play Have your family grievin', singin' "Amazin' Grace" And whoever call theyself comin' out there with ya I'ma up, cock, and knock the brains out
flow hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let them thangs go If ya wondering the thunder and the trouble Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
: Intro: Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck Pac
so hard We might end three sheets to wind And who knows where we'll wind up All I know is there's a car waiting And we'll figure that out after I have
throw Dem caan get mi out!!!! So all di fight yuh see dem a fight And all di buss dem waan fi buss Dem caan get mi out!!!! All di fuss yuh see dem
Out!) With the gangster lean (We're Steppin Out!) You wanna be on my team? (We're Steppin Out!) (oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!) [Verse 1: Bigg
t ever look back Don't ever look back We drove to Cali And got drunk on the beach Got a motel and Built a fort out of sheets I finally found you
Why can't you just come on down, Down to my level here) Tonight i'm watchin' you And you wouldn't understand How could you ever get so spaced out And
club instead of hollerin imma get it H U Double R I To the Cane Hop in my whip and let me get it out the frame But if you bend your waist back I
keep up, switch! Try to turn me down, cause I hit so loud Overload your speakers, switch! When the lights go down, all the freaks come out And I know
afford But I will snap next with the raps that I record Classics.......ya average white folks Drop you in your tracks lyricly I knock your lights out I ain't one to strike out
Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em
m the Psycobeta master!) Strikin ya (hittin ya) buckin ya (fuckin ya) Like my buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep PLUCKIN ya Pickin ya, then I'm gonna roll you up and light
plan to get tipsy, so your homegirl's Drivin' You been drinkin' just as much as I've been! We at the same level, you can speak your mind and Clear your thoughts, let out
that it's written on! When you speak, we all wait 20 minutes 'fore you ever even say a thing And when your words finally make their way out on the stage
: (feat. Kevin Cossom, Bali, Ace Hood, BallGreezy, Ice Berg, Desloc, Gunplay, Rum, Young Cash) I'm on my way This goin out to every hood We gonna make