right. LET'S MAKE THINGS RIGHT! Enough's enough. Why have we given up? Lost Track of everything we love. Looks Like the joke's on us, this is all That
taught me that giving up was never an option. I'll be there when you cash your Sins in and all your opinions have fallen. Enough's enough. Why have we
lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with
got them caught in the yard screamin' for C.O Every time we blow, it raise the prize on the padrico Ya niggaz shoot your guns like Shaq shootin' a free
young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see that ya mad enough to go and stick
Get your clothes, get your food Get some drinks if you the mood. Come to the concert, pay no fees Get your shirts, free CD's Stickers, posters, what
somethin' flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is
Man] How should I get it started, fuck it, just get it started These trash talking artists is nothing, niggaz is garbage When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed His flow is
ya'll wanna be me See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out I gets
y'all wanna be me See me on the TV, bezel dip in 3D Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out I gets it on
not safari, so don't make a move Protection is the reason it's a different groove Sun up to sun down yo check the time Mystic magic is more than a rhyme
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up Comes to crazy dough, I never get enough Your money like old
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead The next step is to off you, dead I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head
the set, devoted to opening your neck With the tech, as you sit in a Lex' Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting As your body gets soft
enough to even touch the kid If you did,you wouldn't get far enough to bag I put my guns to work on your bitch ass Hold up, niggas fuckin up the game
your door? (this is what I said) You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh) Meet me at the corner store (this is what he said) (what does it all
