rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp How we be rolling, when we work and we lam Got Rock Sham
buck you down wit' da .44 Never see my cowards I got too much pride to let it ride My nigga it's whatever We can buck it out til ??? Chorus-8x (Project
studio Envy he might take a slip Ounce of green we break it down Kings of memphis on the town So you niggas take that ink Trying to stretch it with
over ya if you ain't real about it don't talk hollow clips evict you, set supper for the Hawks send a missile at your ear like (whizz whizz) "what was it
rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner Yo, control this rap like Napoleon Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in Rock
get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones Were holding guns, we take flight with no fright And attack, never fear 'cause our words is clear What's
here forever, motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight, my niggaz an' my niggarettes Let's do it like this Imma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it
we do it in New Orleans So what you doing? What I'm doing, man I'm doing it big I'm cockin' it back the mack crack, crackin' your wig Man what you doing
doubt it I've lost my way or maybe I've never found it I been smoking and drinking nobody knows about it By the way my name is ___ don't mispronounce it
platinum artists on it Don't make it hot We steamroll with real niggas And that's something that you not I'm vampin what you got Then setting up camp
has got control And he won't let go but I'll get back to my cowboy music But sometimes you gotta play a little rock and roll It's my turn it's about
has got control and he won't let go But I'll get back to my cowboy music But sometimes you gotta play a little rock and roll It's my turn it's about
Now we just gang bang and crip walk I'm tired of hearin' all the murders and the gunshots It's time for us to take a stand man and kick rocks We gotta
heavyweight champ I rock the belt and got some killers on my camp This drank done got me amp it got me ready to shut the club down Take it all the way
know my name I'm the heavyweight champ, I rock the belt and got some killas in my camp, This (???) has got me up, got me ready to shut the club down, Take it
the King's health in the morning' Had we been such fools as to take the advance the wee bitter morning we had run to chance For you'd think it no scruple
a little bit of bass Is all it takes to make the place Get wild, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake Is all it takes to make her skate Flipside