t hardly that easy to spark me, don't start me Believe me, you don't want no part of me [Nine] Grey skies for you sonny, ass-out Baby with the runs,
me under. [scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap The hood done took me under.] Now I'm a few ages older got hair on my nuts and I'm a
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'! Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader Fuckin' wit a
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts They say they love me because I rap now
nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me Pour some liquor on the curb
doesn't give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never
me about to act a fool quick sippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile buy me a drink and get to winking at me she smiles a niggas full of passion
! Flush it! .. Oh! Nobody wan come test me y'know true dem we a drive pretty car Wanna no part of any ting and now you wan come drown a gun But ya see
: Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went
a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast] Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'
Yayo) [Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me) (Call me) Why you harassin me? I
a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef You wanna talk
wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me The sick part is all that bullshit excites me 1 - [Destiny's Child] A thug's what
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a
I'll buy her ass a drink cause she's fine, you know a nigga usually don't trip, but I really wanna catch you in my six, be a freak from the shorty suck
filas shoes suede Rock a ceaser or a fade kept a pistol or a blade Try to flip a 62 like every couple days I get knocked I come home it's all a part
am," he said, "So am I" And he sat down and played me a song by the grease rack When he finished singin' he gave ma a smile And a closed my eyes and
