before you leave" fuck my brains out, babaayyyy x4 fuck my brains out yeeaaaahhhh she's screamin' "love me baby" -fuck my brains out- here's a little somethin' about my
Bling Slim" Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out Everybody lookin and sayin "damn he iced out" The chain I got on costs more than your dream
Nigga better tighten up Before my clique start lighten up Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my
Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title Al Kapone is my idile
me to except her as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and) I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone
break your mothafuckin' neck nigga You only weigh 110 pounds you little fagot I know tha stylist you been fuckin' too nigga I paid him 50,000 Check my album out
scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter Bullets to my nuts only made my balls
have a thing to loose When me and you was homies no one informed me it was all a scheme You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams how could
I couldn't cry Told my momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just
a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby And now they
cry A damn shame, when will we ever change And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brain Arguements with my Boo is true I spend mo' time with my
sick of strugglin I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get
niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like
look up, shook up, say fuck, put my hands on my nine Niggas I cut, or we stuck, and they move, so we buck, they come back, in my dreams at night I have
me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money aint a thang, [Verse One: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone] My my
all black khakis, fatigues, and boots Still don't give a fuck about the law Still run with a pump in my car And fuck who you are You're fucking with a
to the brain [verse 4] Now I know I done did some dirt in my time cause the devil was stressing my mind messing with my mind nigga Bone don't know
