don't play that, you gotta play this Telling school you ain't saying that, you gotta say this You can't wear that, you gotta wear this Well, hear this
up Target niggas, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em ATL, the PAT, UGK an' DTP I wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em Shawn Drey, I 20, Ludacris
of all lanes In dis whole industrie thang is just all games ma scoop stays focused even at a far range i see it all even if it a small change fever rappin this
like someone wanna be B.G. I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo block so quick I feel Turk will be quiet and take yo shit I feel Juve will catch you slipping
be out on the grind who hustle cuz' dollar signs is all they got on they mind get your money nigga, if you dont someone will i cant depend on a record
days is hard to find, so please be gentle with this heart of mine. I know it's a dream I'm willing to defend. I know it will all be worth it in the end
all nervous that an accident is imminent, never have a chance to relax and get intimate arrives at my drive, I sigh, get all shy so we all get all
all nervous that an accident is imminent never have a chance to relax and get intimate arrives at my drive I sigh, get all shy so we all get all high
't got enough to be Your career last a week, that'll be luckily Fuck with me, the rap game'll need protective custody I'm the same thug that be surrounded
, I'm finally free And time rolls by like an old friend gone away And I am just a mortal man And death will be my final lover And life will always be
listen to derivative works of this art-fag I need to be in arms reach of a barf bag Using a bland sci-fi lab kit No fan's hands will go sky-high for
I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom
tear shit up You better duck this is kuwait the all out war You really want mo' from the real hardcore Yo I'm gonna show you difference from mines and
waste mine, spit on bassline Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy while I pace mine Yeah, now why y'all
You niggas better be tearin' mines off Motherfucker ask willie d And scarface How that nigga yuk, buck 'em up Leave 'em in they car laced With bullet fragments all
so hungry And she breathed a little sigh So he fed her filet gumbo, enchiladas, on the side Then he held her close and whispered Will you be mine for
from the lips of this half hearted sinner Comes the pledge of a half baked saint 'Cause Lord, I might finally be willing to become the religious fool You always wanted me to be
be them trees dogg, It make me ride in all black clothes with solja rees dogg, Please dogg, don't come test CMB dogg, 'cause we all, burn ya block and will just flee all