on all my peers I know they weird some queer, I still want them to share And all the success I received, I know you can't believe I still love 'em but
's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchosen, 'cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it
, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young nigga don't want it
I got money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got
Planned to move bricks but it's eight balls Y'all want me, I hate y'all but I ate y'all Young and stay, we realest I'm on my way to the show, gettin
comin' in stacks, bullets from gats, So I duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck, I'm jammin' like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers that caused the ruckus, Then I
do it, do it well Let me see you take it off Girl, go and take it off We can even do it slow We can even do it slow Take it where you want to go Take
I just had to bring 'em back Flamboyant baby You know I had to bring 'em back yo When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck
her ass off at Kaiser Never would I let her put a baby on me I ain't the one, I'm Step Daddy I had to let her know just how I feel I'm living way too
time Party time so get busy Shake it, bake it, make it, break it Work that body girl just don't fake it I'm the kinda brotha for a girl like you I can
it's worth I live my life just how I please Satisfy one person I know, that's me Work hard for the things I achieve in life And never rap fake when I
Call me S I R T double O I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I
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
Uh, and I'ma make 'em all run Beat it like Mr. Calipark on the drum I beat it like Mike when he hit Billie Jean Work it, work it, work it, til' you
V.I, P-P.I, gotta do it more like T.I Whatever You Like, it's whatever tonight I might give you the pipe unless you pedaling bikes I mean cycling I was
if I worry to much about all my have nots I might not recoginize just what I've got I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold And if I keep on
even though I'm feelin' bad I feel like this, I can't miss what I never had So I gave it a last shot and right before I walked away I hit her with the