, it's all international baby, ya feel It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It
Click and (Baby)] It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga) It's all the same (It's all
but I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough I made b's n c's up in to 5th grade it went to d's n f's cuz I didnt want to behave I was the class
benz on chromes so wet, stay on shine My nigga get on your game cause I stays on mine Nigga who played games, I spray K's and Nine's It's chopper city
B.G. do for fun It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum When it come down to one-eight-seven I don't play When it come down to you or me
I got A path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world I play it
It's still an uptown thing nigga B.G. representin' to the fullest It's still an uptown thing nigga Check it out Verse 1: (B.G.) I reside in the same
For shittie, get wit' me, og's falls for halves A-T's kicked in the lab twenty G's worth of slabs A-hundred G's and snaps two crazy AK's My people got
Money check, they sign it I cash it, I spend it It's all good, we ride fly Benz, Lex, Expedition No doing bad, fulfillin dreams and wishes Payin all my
my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's [echo] Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop g's when I drop degrees [echo] When I ease across the block With
Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+ (What do we have here NOWWW?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be {oooooooooohhhh} You
at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean? [C-Bo] Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young
hurt Doing dirt they spit it, you can borrow, I mean it Any... confrontation on currency,.. stacking while I'm acting all low ... we see it it's a no
beastin Heard he kill people we believe em Oh shit he's reachin (Get down) It goes, Click Clack What you wanna talk about Click Clack What you wanna talk about Click
pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign. Click-clack! - Comprende? I'm criminal minded! Toss money in the sewer! - Bet nobody find it! Till it's rusty
don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin "50 getting all this rap money and he won
we out yo Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It's the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips Niggas ain
em like my ABC's Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's Tree top to feel the breeze co
