a matter of time before it comes here to this town The clock is winding down Will I see it broken before I lay down and die Another wall is built between
in a 65 Windows rolled down screaming Ahhh! Hey-ey-ey I'm so paid Number one hustla gettin money Why u wanna count a nigga money? I'm a hustla and don
in Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts I holla burn the block apart, break it down into sections Drugs by the selection Some use pipes, others use
a potna got a plan fo' some dough and if you're down you can pick up yourself a pretty penny. Be in town in a minute now be sho' if you're wit' it." [
ya'll taking that off for me? (Which one of ya'll?) Tell me. [Verse 2:] Come here, come here walk for me. (Walk for me) Let me see what they be telling
a weak ass hoe Punk slow yo role You're nothin but a clone With nothin to show You're a weak ass hoe Need a style of your own You're a weak ass hoe You're a
you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe
: [Chorus:] The difference between a pimp and a skreet nigga dawg Is a pimp nigga work his beitch I travel with the trap, I pimp with the track But a
bought some justees Have plenty for the cop Who gotta arrest me A front street jump street Den jump out it's a track meet Use to have a 10 speed Now I got a
shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
fort Suddenly my bedroom turns into a court The corpse turns into a judge The judge stares across at a jury that found me guilty A misjudge of character
) (And might even get a little bit crazy) [Obie Trice] Baby I'm extra large (huge) in magnitude And Magnums to lubrication that I use To chose which hole on a
) I've been walkin this roooooad, for forever and a day (forever and a day) Now I've been searchin somethin (whoa-ohhh) For someone to help me find my
in too deep knowhatimsayin It's all real all live nigga what what nigga Nas: Yo A yo A yo A yo I thank a dead homey Incarcerated penpal I got the feds on me A
yup yup)list [TALKIN:] Chances are if ya don't use a condom your on the list [Verse 2:] I knew this girl named chantell she was fine as hell She put 20 niggas name
on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage since you
for? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny Be in town in a minute Now be sure if you
I'm rippin it like a ligament Gimme a light a Bud Light, and shit'll get lit just like a cigarette I'm a b-boy so don't test me, many rappers don't
