But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years
Fuck your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world This fatal dawg against everybody (it's on) Better be twenty-five once this
I listen then watch While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the porsche box with fox, glistenin' watch Wore steel gray, lexus, gs-4
pass you or you can muscled up City kinda dry so this the time for you to hustle up Baking soda beaken cup stretch it out whip it up 2 to 4, 4 to 8 I
A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick to snuggle you Dart heat your breastplate, meet ya death date Rook down a E4 look
no limit What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet-skis? And riding out till the Coast Guard come and get me? Beat that, me, Stylez and Sheek be Like 4
and get a check Turn up your deck, this dope We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos [Verse 6: Powda] Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them digits
callin' on the meek and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven continental
one I could use When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes It was the pressure from the twenty gage(the twenty gage) Felt like it
with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe Rampage, professional, just move your feet We bout to make you do the jerk, get out your seats Seven days
the frame [Chorus - repeat 4X] Girl give me that pussy Girl give me that Girl give me girl give me that there [Bun B from UGK - Verse 2] She five foot seven
right back Niggaz got beef 'cause eiht hype's a mack And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags Thick stuff in
Mob shit bitch I know you know But check game doe I'm in the S-E 4-double-oh Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh The hoe want me to come swoop Take
too tuff for me I'd put out a burning building with a shovel and dirt And not even worry about getting hurt Ain't that tuff enuff (X4) I'd work twenty four hours seven
all the times you just pretend To be my friend... [Krayzie] Nigga get your hands up out my fuckin' pockets before I cock This A.K. fo' seven and rott
(1-2-3-4) The Frogs On your radio tonight and forever Looked at my watch and it was quarter to one Ah... I cummed Looked at my watch and it was quarter
here blank check So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight Have you fly, F.B.I. wanna indict Bet you shit is right, got my daisies Goin' crazy, the twenty
be? You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire? Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be I wanna be a fuckin' trillionaire I got them bricks 4