I'd find Chorus It's why I've let it slide A part of me that lived for you just died It's why I've let it slide You and me we're both on the same ride
saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks' in the house [Lloyd Banks] Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through
my dreams Picture you an African prince just lookin at the water glistenin off my body Picture me an Indian princess diamond necklace from the house of cartier Picture
It's what you all been waiting for ain't it You weakly entertainin For me to get a hold of this beat Go ahead claim it I'mma bout to paint a picture You
four hour song without no hook Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug Turn quarters when you turn quarters know who to plug Thugs around me outside its grimmy outside Better slide
I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long Caller number two like this.. [Xzibit] {*BZZT*} Bounce up out of the house
last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house?s
all the time (hey) ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass slide this time While I get
being abused His mom's a drug addict, she has a bug habit Was a seven day event, since she celebrated the Sabbath But she back slid, or that's what
ya cutie, inherit the booty Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa 'Cause you a motherfuckin' rest haven I put a gun to her head, paint a picture
[Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times
two times Geah My nigga muggs Still pushin' that china white Check it out, uh Boom bam in the house My nigga foe in the house Geah Cypress in the house
to the coast where they represent the most Gangsterish niggas I know get the money and then they get ghost And slide to another location Living downsouth, in the house
dro in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked Or writin
distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house
' with there brothers Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some drama Let 'em slide through then they devide, conquer And every plantation got a bunch a house
[Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are
