rated well planned It's the rap scene was puzzled cos I hit em full blast I got a concept that everybody know Its all about the money and shows so here
it got real my daddy got set up kidnapped robbed and killed Cash Money Records was started that same year thats when my thuggin started I was gettin it how I live
Cash Money, no living in New Orleans It's 2004 Chopper City Cutthroat, Ya heard me That's how we playin it, Those who layed this right here Baby For real
fast, wrist hangin' out the dropped Jag Blindin' ya - I know you gon' let me act bad I know you gon' let me go off, let me show my ass I know you gon' let me show
B.G. I don't play Shit real nigga This cut throat gotta play it raw Verse:1 Lil' Turk Gettin' killed aint no thang in the N.O. Some people live some
comin' to get me I got the four four When you come to down me playa please don't miss Cuz that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed If I live I live
off, I'm letting off a bigger clip We swallow Champaign them niggas taking little sips I fucked this white bitch she said I had a lil dick She had a big pussy, real real
[Chorus 2x:] Gat in the back, sunroof top, Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean The real one! Huh? Whut? The real one! Huh, nigga whut? [Verse
8X] [Chorus] If you wanna go and take a ride wit me wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A.D. Educate is what we do With permission from the 2 Live Crew 'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you people
Car Never Had Sex With A Rich Rap Star Til I Got Her In Theh Back Of My Homeboy's Car Tell Me Why Do We Live This Way Money Ova B*Tches Let Me Hear You
they fade slowly] [Chorus] You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight Why am I trying
ll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, and by the way, where is my bitch? It's that famous shit, you know? Real thug shit Real live thug shit, genuine
and we only play sometimes When everybody's sleepin I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money '
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo' Real ni**a fo' sho
long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas
but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell Yo get a real job. Rappin doesn't pay the rent I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went
side, outlaw thug life,.. motherfucking,.. motherfucking see, what does he like?... You know You turning an individual suffer with the jail... inhale making you forget the money Money
