this trance It might take everything It might take more this is the only thing worth giving your life for some die for this I?ve seen it first hand some die for
Twisting round on a carousel This speeds' too much to stop One second I'm thinkin' I'm feeling the lust And then I feel a lot Ooh that man is like a flame And
you ain't on your level then that's all on you, Cause dats mo for me and mo for my niggas, some of us on dem downers, some of us on dem wiggas, All of
going to war for yours I'm bought the same ol' shit You takes one of mine we doing' the same ol' shit Eye for eye and its ride or die and it's as real
whole faculty I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps They love trap but don't need to tell and the bullets sell and your body in hell and shot 'em villians and
wait for you, they got to wait for me If I got to bust in disgust I'm gonna provide for the B.G. I got this million dollar talent and it's all in my
sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks This my shop, this my Glock This my connection with the mob That's my partna black Saab This my
rap or slang Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga [Verse 1] Nigga I cause grief and
bitch, and his wards are the graveyard And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block And they draw heat
Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat I tote that K 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
even duck Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya You heard that I'll drop ya I'm runnin wit some killas, we
sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat Get over it Get over it All this whinin' and cryin
t think you know what we got, And all we used to share and then we both forget, I?d do anything just to make it stop, Stop this? The war of our two
Jump on this Harley Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi Then go pull up at the afterparty I think we make a perfect couple But you think
's child theres angels around me [Verse 1: Young Buck] Life begins and then you die this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this
attitudes when I leave her (leave her) Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and
Chinchilla and buy some momma for your head On the block i'm from niggas be damned near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mommas is pregnant and still
tried to blaze me once And ride in big trucks so fuck the bumps I ride for my drug lords and OG hustlers Imagine my face placed on billboards and buses And