the rhythm I flow Need that dough Tic tac toe Break motherfuckers like a kit-kat bro Hit that dro pass that back Laying low 20 sack Then I roll it up
: (Emmylou Harris) O Evangeline you been gone so long And for a time it seemed Every road you took turned wrong But a second chance would come With
believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves Makin moves, second to none,
grill, check out the million dollar lady GS spins, niggaz with all the wins Babygirl slide and let the Lex-berg nigga massage your skin What's your name
Got older, hunger grew, watched most the younger fools Squat out from the guns they usin', not close to the most of them Quarter rolls, microphones, one
Koobie run. To them girls wishin' on a star that's will stun. But I gotta tell it like it is hun, one. [Chorus x2: Lil Brother First, Lil Wayne Second
skin I stare up to the heavens to escape her eyes of sin Splashed upon her mouth I see the stains of scarlet gore She rolls her head towards the
everytime you turn to leave, boy it's killin' me That bonfire that you built in me is throwin' heat I got a funny feelin' that your underneath my skin
gave the utmost sacrifice, Before more damage could be done I took his life. There was a split second of silence when the dart punctured the skin, Beady eyes rolled
of the North Pole Not tryin' to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad We're bein' sucked up into the black hole Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll
driver right now (Stop) Digga can rock, watch me spit it for blocks In between big screens like I'm Vivica Fox Second album showing no mercy right now
driver right now (stop) Digga can rock; watch me spit it for blocks In between big screens like I'm Vivica Fox Second album showing no mercy right now
to life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones flying Baby mama's crying at the funeral 'Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild When I rolled
I was right up her alley Drop the top, hit the switch, bounce the trial Got it together, kind of women I keep 'em forever Here's a trip, how your skin
melph, and calio Chorus Second verse (lil' ya): Now I'm headed to the muthafuckin' mac, Stop at the black gate so I could get a fat sack, Roll up a
would you slash my tire? And I got stock in Goodyear, bitch I'm all good year Tryin' to fuck up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears Dark skin, go
swag, I'm flying like Goku Anime swag when I pull up in that old school Anime, drop pants; anime, wrist and chains; anime, and everything; anime. Gucci skin