: it's too close for my eyes to read it's too far from you to be me it's under the table where i won't slip in your flawless existence i'm rain and your
it or leave it Drop tops when it's hot Strech hummer's when it's not Light up the whole block when You glance at my watch It's Wayne baby, thugged out
hustler So I stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny
niggaz run, best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come [Hussein Fatal] They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table I'm robbin ya niggaz
I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin [E-40] Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin about no timin [Tupac] That's right, that's right
up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side yeah, That's riight west coast, west coast uh
money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright. [Verse 1:] Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons, talk to me, how's life been treatin'
soul [Verse One] Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons talk to me, how's life
Im In The Im In The Showbiz And Theres No Biz Like Showbiz Come Bigshot Lets Show Dis Its Aggros Time U Better Take Notice Im Tryna Move Up The Game
whole church singin' a song "Why'd they have to send my baby home?" F**kin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne
get the game wrapped up man It's all I got, no backup plan These other kids do it for the iTunes cash, I give it to you for free, it's all love like
like everybody else It's a fun job, but it's still a job Save your money man, save your money too It's single don't last very long, younawhaI'msayin?
on yo' back when the beat-boom-boom-pat-pat like that, y'heard me? We comin in this game like some survivor's and we leavin this game like some survivor's
t think that he is leaving Cause he's over in the corner marijuana swissa sweetin And he's feeding hoes dick, like he does everyday The peach fuzz on his nuts now long
long Nigga I let y'all eat for this long Now the King's back on the streets crack I'ma put it on my son's name I'ma change from the mundane, Monday through
church singin' a song "Why'd they have to send my baby home?" Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long Been a g in the game now my son on the throne [
Wayne) [talking:] Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to
