ain't for eyes, stress rhymes Exchange to a lot of gunz and buiness, best times To the CEO, im basically saying My life switching, digging out Spitting for niggaz the same
Excederin, or get intelligent Recognize a veteran, player stay wetter than the thug type, up mo' late nights than Letterman Ask Teddy, Wreckx-n-Effect I'm ready The same
I am screaming Repeat Chorus Bridge I don't care what people say Cos my love is here to stay And I go do anything for you Girl, I pledge my love for
skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer" aint nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas bust gats at ya cats makin extreme figures get ready for the Rogue Dogs
t let your business handle you It's a lot of motherfuckers tryin' to do What you're doin' right here, right now Same color, same style Tryin' to claim
Stuff you in the same bed and keep your whores on You don't wanna fuck with us With glocks, 45s, Tech 9s you aint ready nigga [Kurupt] Yeah Tray Deee
months we stayed in jamestown Hamwood and diplomats Played with transformers, g.i. joe's and thundercats We was lovin' that Before to started jackin jacks For
in the light Rollin' 40 deep to the club and I'm like, gotta see what I'm bout to fuck tonight The party so live, and I'm bout to set it off for the
Without a motherfucker yelling, "Refalations" "What I got to do to get you in my compilations?" (compilations) So I study what I do, the shit for you for free (for
Non-stop, cuz it's that Big Body party Blowin hella sets, and we got this shit started I got plans for bank rolls to turn stacks I'm lookin for the
make the rocks gleam Phat rhymes to make it seem that I was like Bill Gates Writing lines, seal fates Power to change the whole set For exposure or forfeit
You ready? You ready, Hov? Let's go! Hands up! Allow me to reintroduce myself At the same time reintroduce my wealth At the same time rejuvenate the game It's for
rapping, ready for the war, and end of the nights, but blessed, I'll be blasting enemies testin'. Watch out for my friends. Wish: Bet I got my friends
nine in hand I gives a mad fuck but they don't understand I wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up Now back to the mutha fuckin' set Creepin', crawlin', crawlin
makin' eighteen And his goal is to get on top and try to stay clean So he's callin' up his homie who done came up Livin' large, now they dealin' with the same
but hey A nigga still sold a quarter everyday I sat around for six months black Waitin for the day to make a comeback And now I'm ready for combat Mr.
they keep they game face on Have your momma singin the same ol' song Of how you lived so fast and you died, so wrong But since you ready to ride then
