Ya talk noise, where ya stand nigga is where I leave ya Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin Leave ya thoughts wastin, I run a hundred miles
back against the wall All I do is fuck hoes I got dreams to make a mill Like them niggas in the nolia The hustlin' skills pays my bills But still keep my hand
cat and my Hummer my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven hundred
up next later that niqht she received ma text Creap out tha house for the late niqht sex special When I lay you in ma bed and undress ya With ma eyes and ma hands
em. Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards, I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord. Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller, Hand of a hustler
H-Town I rock it, you actin' on the ground floppin' I'm so cool I play D with one hand in mah pocket. (Hahahaha) I put a hundred I'm supposed to man,
On Channel Nine Bloods Set, Crips Set, I Trip Through Ya Set Trick Freaks Flip, Full Clip, I Load, Then Reload Bitch Gat Jam, God Damn, Hundred Gram,
: Part nonsense, part lung test, sickness loved in these hands. Sought numbers for answers. In hundreds I said prayers. Missed some trains. Lost some
m a hundred degrees in the shade And now you tell me you've gone south for the winter And I can count my friends up on my fingers My hands are cold
has brought me to my knees my mind is so filled with hate one hundred demons possessing me your kind never inspired me you never offered your hand
all about the leather boots and sequins Tellin niggas don't holla if ya can't get the snap Got a diamond name plate and a neckace to match Diamonds on ya hand
most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin
of your perfume, and feelin heated I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction Hold out my hand, and grab yo' hand, now we touchin My lyrics
real hoes feel me Legs open wide, nigga dick inside Like (?) tonight's the night for you to hit it doggie style Lay me on my stomach while I'm countin them hundreds
on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know [Napoleon] 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand
I am what you made me The hate and evil that you gave me I shine of a reminder of what you have done to my people for Four hundred plus years You should
world It's a brave new world I do believe in the light Raise your hands up to the sky The fight is done The war is won Lift your hands Towards the sun
You might have to call the cops Let me see you dance- dance Let me see those hands ? hands Cuz the party never stops 1-2-3 Comin' Hook: Clap your hands