Come on baby don?t be shy never cry dry your eyes come and ride with me (Oohh just come and ride with me girl) let me whisper in your ear tell me what
me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies
chosen man Give me my money and label me as a god If niggas is having problems smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these
cuz imma kill everybody 'cause they know I can fuck with the tongue I come at the end, explicit, elicit wicked call me Mr..Sawed off will hit cha I take
and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin head off Just tell me where the guns and dope are and
And you can't stop me from droppin each March with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. "Don't Give
started some shit, the underdog Makin songs for them hogs, and them Bloods and Crips For the shah by the mall with a Muslim scent After all, who do you
if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit I bought you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS! BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me down and see me fall Walkin' wit
cuz imma kill everybody 'cause they know I can fuck with the tongue/ I come at the end, explicit, elicit wicked call me Mr..Sawed off will hit cha/ I
and Comcast cable And you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from toppin' these charts And you can't stop me from droppin' each March With
and alien abductions. Park patrolling toy cop reproductions, Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions. Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion, try and cuff me and
the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a Don If niggas is having problems smoke fire and bomb them I died and came back I hustle with these
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [Verse 3: Mr. Doc] Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this Back with tight
niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way Verse 3: mr. doc Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this Back with tight big shit
Man the streets are freezin Keep that heat near you Rollin classic chevroletes With bandannas on the rearview Now when it come to grindin Man I'm as good as they come
cause if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit I bought you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS! BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me down and see me fall Walkin
