couple of my people with me Fiend, mac, soulja slim, kane and abel A couple of no limit soldiers to help me out with this here Chorus What cha mean, mean
Vertaling: Duivel. Wat Cha Mean.
of my people with me Fiend, Mac, Soulja Slim, Kane and Abel A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here [Chorus] What cha mean, mean
that's how we play Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize who you're fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland ya do whateva
then provide bricks Transport and ??? half way on see some green Youse a fiend bout to dream want some ching yaa mean Stillman got the ready rocks what
ABK) Dashing through the snow, smokin' lots of dro Pullin' chicks with expensive gifts Just to get that ho ho ho, you know what I mean Don't get us wrong
your brain no pain it'll be me and you, cha, cha In a minute before I get in it I'm gonna tell you boo what I really wanna do I wanna I grew this thing
with me Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team Click the Beam, hit the fiend [Incomprehensible] on me Lookin'
some hot shit that ticker ticker! Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass The surveillance, from the he say she say shit Fuck what'cha
nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the
0 in case a nigga wanna roll up Get'cha motherfuckin' shit swoll up Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends Makin G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies
on the rise On top of the world Just a looking down and laughing at'cha I never be bothered like 2pac I ain't mad at'cha So baby beware This game of
' is the fire Come on baby tell me is it something that your eyes can't see Or are you just blind to the fact that you in it too deep Yeah, I know what'cha mean
the ladies I might, be the compassionate type Come see if it's real and feel what my action is like Right, the man of your dreams, I'm handlin' fiends
us Down dirty 'bout my skrilla and born killa (nigga what, I means) See you niggaz, be all about y'all green I gotta gets my mad mail on, nigga what (cha
about the murder tale To each one of y'all But that last motherfucker that ain't really wanna give it up Just be here with y'all What cha mean that nigga Fiend
fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend The microphone fiend The mic The microphone fiend The mic The microphone fiend The mic The microphone fiend
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game 'Cause rappers like Jay Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they vein's Is it true what I'm
