consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - label me
bitch, Especially in the dark bitch I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog And play'n with a little change nigga, fog Fuck with me I put a little
My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't
I thought I was down, let me tell you what I was [Hook:] I was young, I was dumb, I was just too cool I was loud and obnoxious, I was just that fool
kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll Member when you had a
percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black and Filipino And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo Tounge-kissin on the window of a
Outlawz) [2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the
life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and empoious With a
Gettin high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck drinkin liquor
See Em Grow? Though I Don't Know, I Live The Life Of A Thug Nigga Until The Day I Go More Broken Promises, A Sacred Bond Broken I Know I'll Die Alone
If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Boy collaboration [Intro] (50 Cent) I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas
on a freaky thang She a bopper I got partnas that done ran a train We play the game Even as a youngster knew I'd be a king Told them non-believers I would
how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with
day when I get my callin' but until then I guess I'm stuck (Oh Fuck) Little T know I miss so much when he get to heaven baby Boy what's up? We can ride
I swear to God that it's a wrap And I roll I roll I roll, roll like a Michelin, everyday I get it in Pop another Ridalin, listen in, I was a goofball
I'm so high if I come down thered be a pitfall Walk with a limp not like a pimp but like a big doll And yes baby I'm on fire like a menthol My tires big
in the seat when I creep That's just how I roll With some fresh nice ones on my feet That's it goes And I'm tryin' to find a chick I can meet who ain'