x3] [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take ta
don't think I don't pin playa hation But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11, .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf These niggas wanna
the 5th dog is free [Chorus:] The world ain't ready(I'm Just trying to survive) The game ain't ready These niggas ain't ready Cause these lyrics heated
you ain't from here you can walk it out (the king of the streets and the god of the hood) You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Busta
your watch cost a hundred, you ain't ridin 28's You ain't stuntin like this (no) You ain't stuntin like this (no) And if your crib didn't come with the
Lil Wayne fuck a bitch Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king,
Why niggaz wanna fuck with my bread, like I ain't starving When I reign, I leave niggaz in Payne, but I ain't Martin If I ain't gone, I'm gonna move
ave. Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with
m on my way to see my PO I ain't talkin the probation office Talkin bout my PO box they just sent me 3 million dollars (What the fuck that mean nigga?)
Intro:] Yeah, that boy Gucci Got my nigga block in this bitch East Atlanta's finest E.C.T South! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Early in the morning Nigga Imma
can fuck yo thing but I don't fuck hoes in industry Gucci mane la flair cold icey you remember me Remember me from t.v turning on yo t.v Hip-hop police
your life on layaway Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga, like Isiah
thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed Get brain in the four-dot-six Range Shit mayn, switch lanes Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big
him nigga Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin
dock This ship don't clock, my strip on lock, kick on knot Drivin through bangin out that big Porsche box Look, you lil' queers puzzle who ain't never near double (never) Flip
y'all, Flip that herb raw Clap... thats the bird-call If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
me Bitch, don't threaten me Niggas don't know I'm nice with these You pay the price with these Come by this pisces, your life cease You couldn't see my
: (feat. Konkrete, Big Gipp, Ludacris) [Big Boi] Yo Just so you all know what time it is It's your homeboy Straight from the A-T I ain't even goin say