? Where my money at yo? Get my money 'fore I whip Forget your big fat ass, we going off, baby We don't mess around 'cuz I'm nautious, baby You know I
shakin I thank they all dance at tha foxxy lady. {verse4} I know she a shakin booty hoe no teaser she ain't no sceaser when ya all fat pleaser now where
oh who could it be Big baller with the sawed off, choppin' off all below your knees I testify, not glorify, when I get high, tell all that listen What I
Eva Got Sum To Say Bout How I Handle My Business I'm a Do It My Way I Am Young I Am Smart Never Small With Some Heart I Can Just Taste My Money When I
be gold and green and true, And I'll learn to love my new discovered proof, I'll be grateful for this day, I will be grateful for each day to come.
be gold and green and true And I?ll learn to love my new discovered proof I?ll be grateful for this day I'll be grateful for each day to come
motions of the moon (take out your shades!) cause the sun comes soon To plan my day I look at the sky I see rain and I still ask why... Broke the airwaves
But when I do I'ma break that ass in half (ping) With this muthafuckin baseball bat And if all fails I got a automatic But I don't wanna kill him, I
the makers of a buckin Impala How far will I make it 'cause I'm related, I know I'm highly hated Affiliated, tomorrow ain't promised so at night I pray I
suckers) (Ha?) (Suckers) (What?) (Suckers) What is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin' Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position At school I
is the same verse I just did this When am I gonna come to my good senses? Probably the day Bush comes to my defenses My spider senses telling me Spiderman
stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all
dolla The green power, let loose for the hour I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper And you know I don't delay Together
Call it Paranoia. Yea Every day is war. Every day, niggaz is gon' hate Gotta move [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm a walking target I'm so far from soft, I'm probably
They say I need to slow down But I ain't slowing down for nothing I don't wanna let the paper get away So when I'm in the streets grinding Ain't no
Can I, kick it? Yes you can Can I, kick it? Yes you can Well I'm gone - are you gonna miss me when I leave? Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my
the floor who look right in them jeans If you fat, I might take one for the team But I gotta get drunk first, know what I mean, come on I just want
you pull your gun out He can never run out, when the lights go out If your pants turn out, a herb head spun around I see yellow and green, it's a beautiful