If you hear this on the radio Then we've already said our last goodbye I won't be there when you get home By now there's someone else that hears you cry
Fuck a rap nigga we about to get it on I'm speaking fo california from the top down Holla at Ya Boy I got it locked down I tried to tell em this foreva
a rap nigga we about to get it on I'm speaking fo california from the top down Holla at Ya Boy I got it locked down I tried to tell em this foreva like
: [Talking] It's B.Gizzle ya number one original hot boy nigga already know whassup with me nigga already know my status if you don't know you better
fuck with us I know you ain't on our level 'cause we platinum plus [Lil' Wayne] Hey, hey (hey) hey (hey) hey (hey, hey) [Hook-2x (Lil' Wayne)] [Lil' Wayne] Lock, shop, bam, lock-?-down
good to be the Baby Gangsta Tell Miles I asked about her since she say I don't holla And when I touch down, me and her gonna get us some (?) Shorty, I
niggas sayin' that boy babys a crook (a crook?) I got these hoes sayin' that boy baby off the hook (he off the hook) Lockin' down the whole project For self-respect (lock it down
livin 'if you aint on the right road I move fast my people say I need ta slow down Close ya nose or ya gonna go down I'm beefin' with different sets I
know you gonna catch a case I'm a straight head bust ya Seperate and destruct ya Dont wanna have no Juvey wanna make a ghost or few What am I'm supposed to back down
be my lady, Lovin the way you drop down and put it on meh, Baby... I love the way you wind it, Girl The Way You Pop Lock and Do It The Way You Drop Down
at?) my boy said... my boy Tac said be cool wish me luck in court tomorrow aight you know I'll tell G what's up if I see him ya'll be cool now peace
that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass
guns I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don
m coming to get you boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent:] I threw a B
be on you (pi's be on you) Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous) Them alphabet boards gotta us under survalence (Ayy) (Lock Downs) They lock
: What ya gwaan now? Bad man nuh punk Cyaan flex like yuh junk Next man locked up inna jungle Hear di argument now (Eh!) Chorus: (But a) Badman nuh
is quite fatal Shape-shiftin rubbers like Play Dough Your rhymes are anal and we ain't got no time to play No games, put the mic down, boy, try not
