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[Juvenile]
Bitches is pullin' out they best suits Gangstas is gettin' dressed too Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube It's a fo' sho' shot, some of these niggaz know not That's why they so hot, always up in them dope spots I hope my niggaz really feel what I'm sayin' I'm tryin' to put lil' wodie up on this game And dick suckers ain't playin' And duck nigga, look I won't remain You're stuck even if it don't restrain I'ma be in the cut Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up Better get your life together 'fore you lose that bruh You got cocaine you better move that bruh You got a ring you better lose that bruh You got a habit, better lose that bruh Don't even choose that bruh, so move on I did this album right here for keepin' me and you strong... That's right cousin I did this album right here for me and my people, ya heard me? And we got the Lord on our side So can't nothin' you do or say to me bother me Cousin, I'ma be here 'til it's all over with I've been through a lot the past few years But I ain't holdin' no grudges It's all about me and my family, U.T.P. This is how we eat, cousin What?! |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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| 3. |
| 4:23 |
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I'm charging 600 for some big O's,
You do business with me, you comin' back to get more, My shit is fire, cause it's jumpin' back to twenty-nine, So when niggas shouldn't have no problem 'bout me getting mine, If you come at me with it short, I must say shop closed. Motherfuckers try to get smart you gon' get popped holes, I buck with niggas out that state like Will and Paco, Had conversations for bitches until they got drove, Picture me gently getting twisted off the indo, Baby, Lil' Wayne, B.G., and me committin' sins, dogg, Better beware because we 'bout to spend a Ben, dogg, Don't get caught up without yo' shit cause you will end, dogg, Me and my people got to hustle just to pay the rent, Some of us not in the position that we say we in, Can't have no bill collectors comin' through my residence, That's why everyday I be runnin' for the president, All in, I ain't another nigga, shits irrelevant, You get your head busted for playin' with my intelligence.. yeah... (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me, Pick up the supply with me, Be up in the ride with me, Do a homicide with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Be up in the ride with me Do a homicide with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me You making shit more complicated than it should be, You feel your death is coming soon, it could be, Nigga got killed because they never understood me, I know your block is similar to how my hood be, This nigga with all of this playing getting on my nerves, He calling me up on the phone saying he want a bird, I told lil' daddy that's not how I handle business, man, How I know you not turning state, and you be witnessin, Doing business with you I'm not even considerin, To be in the same theatre, 'round that you niggas in, Don't move too fast, remember patience is a virtue, And keep your eyes open cause niggas gon' observe you, They waiting for the perfect time that they can hurt you, And if they catch you off your bases, they gon' serve you, I wonder if my people locked up still remember me, I'm talking 'bout you laying in Broaden Penitentiary... All my niggas! (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me I already got you listening to what I said, You better straighten up, lil' soldier 'fore I bust your head, Or if you got something you bet' not even show your face, Cause a nigga been doing bad and might explore your place, Look, you know you got a 'Body cause they know you fake, If you want to go to war, I know what it take, Come with a team of choppers, not no thirty-eights, And we gon' turn this 2-11 into a murder case, And me a Russ'y gon' get busy out the Thunderbird, And start a nuclear revolution right up on your curb, Niggas keep fucking with me cause they know I'm gettin' boss, My truck is sitting on twenties, and I'm hittin' broads, If you get beside yourself, then you got to go, You creeping on the C-M-B, that's not possible, I hit a fifty out my chopper and I got some more, You say you ready for me, Whodi, I don't really know.. know... (Chorus) My nine is gonna die with me Do a homicide with me Pick up the supply with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna die with me Pick up the supply with me Do a homicide with me Be up in the ride with me, who, me My nine is gonna ride with me My nine is gonna die with me Be up in the ride with me Do a homicide with me, who, me Every-muthafuckin-where I go, That bitch gon' be with me, Fuck you ho's, I want my nine... |
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| 4. |
| 4:33 |
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(feat. Big Tymers & B.G.)
Mannie Fresh playboy I know you love these diamonds (they beautiful ha) Nigga, "How You Luv That?" All that stuntin and frontin It's all about them diamonds boy [Baby] Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season Added six tires to my new machinery Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars Chrome rims, niggaz ridin new Benz TV's, Cadillacs with the new fends Wet paint, niggaz takin trips to the banks Hittin malls spendin twenty G's like stars Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth somethin My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it real Let me pop a wheelie, hoes love stuntin cause I got love Gold slugs, stuntin cause we got love Motorbike button rims cause we livin right Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ Overnight got the yole if your money right Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G. It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season A million dollars ain't nothin to me nigga but a million hoes is game to me playboy [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Nahh nahh - flossers, let me see you rollin your rims Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere [B.G.] I got to get my shine on, do it every time Seventeens on up, that's all I ride In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in a truck I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much Police had me up cause a nigga so young (ha bruh?) But you know me nigga.. that ain't gon' stop B.G. nigga (at all) Cause the next day you will see nigga me in somethin else with a TV nigga (f'real) Fuck it, I'ma floss like that I got scrilla Come try to take it, you're fuckin with a guerilla I got a watch you can see from a block away I got a chain you'll see that'll shock the day My click do what we say, we don't stunt wit it Off top Big Tymers gon' come with it Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho') and we gon' rip shit up cause it's flossin season [Chorus] [B.G.] We flossers, what what what? I say we ballers, what what what? [Juvenile] This is the season for the flossers nigga Ride top notch shit, fuck what it cost you nigga Ain't got no TV's or CD's in it - I ain't gon' ride in it If it ain't no overseas type shits - I ain't gon' drive it This ain't the summer to swing the top off This the season niggaz come out on them 20's and ball It ain't no secret I'ma stunter, like Evel Knievel Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's, showin off for my people When I pull up in V.I.P. they say that's a nice car Bitches all in my face can't even make it to the bar Me, broke and assed-out? Never that man I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane I don't think Super D. can pull a stunt like me Got karats on both of my pinkies, ten thousand ap-iece Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East Fuck that, I'ma play bourban it's a thousand a suite [Mannie Fresh] Who had the, first bourban with the livin room set Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet How many cities you know, named after me? (uhh..) It's gon' be a bunch of them motherfuckers when I finish G Now baby - I know you missed us Big daddy light up a room like Christmas Shine like a light bulb - rich thug Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer Big dick a million dollars and a, Pathfinder Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker Tell Shaq I got a half a mill' ridin on the Lakers Pack my bitches up and move to the hills Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten Eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin The ring I got, Liberace want it He couln't afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it Chorus [B.G.] We flossers, what what? |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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Verse 1
In these times we gotta hustle cuz our pockets be hurt Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work Is you ready for that, you won' be wise to buss Let a nigga know where they at, so aint no stoppin' us If you handle yo business right I'ma promote yo ass You bitch out and try to kite I'ma come smoke yo ass The shit that I'm givin' you they tryin' blood ta get The vicks be runnin' too because they love this shit So don't come with that, no one bout it shit was cool Niggas tried to rob me nobody was comin' through Snitches I can't have that Bitches I can't have that Riches you can have that Just bring me my cash back Look..its all gravy with me go 'head and shine Thats how you play it with me, you big tyme All I want is the Gs With a trunk full of keys A benz on 20s You got something you can lend me Shit...nigga I aint doing nothin' for me for free Can't put no trust in you niggas cuz yall be tryin' to run G Cuz I don't like the dream about makin' no cheese Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account O.D.ed [(over dosed)] (Chorus) 2X Until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children Plottin' on a way that we can make a million (million lawd lawd) Verse 2 Now I'm on some shit again Leave a nigga stranded like Gilligan Hundred G's I'm considerin' Lex it for a million Catch it nigga I'm killin'em They spot but I aint feelin'em My jacket off appearin them Some a say its numerary Parntnas in for sipperin' Juvenile is different Look at what I did to them Niggas wearin' reeboks instead of nikes and timbalands Bitch niggas I be tippin'em My mac 9 it be flippin'em Some of these niggas is tryin ta run G So I be jippin'em They would do the same to me Niggas aint no family Shit is all a game to me But nobody gone handle me 400 degreez Tottin' guns runnin' with me No wonder we need Mo money one could receive Nigga wanna deal with this christ I'ma put it open in his life Never should I fuck with me right Why you keep duckin' me shy I'ma knock ya head off Nigga tryin' ta get to ya fuck tryin' ta play it off You made the beef nigga so why is you scared If you mind yo fuckin' business then yo life would be spared I can't see it Nigga try ta make me out a bitch I can't be it I had a muthafuckin' problem with niggas like freed me You probably can save yall self but you can't save yall neighbors Um, and now I got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa Put on this the table I'ma hit'em a nine Foolish I had ta tame ta keep these niggas in line Look cuz I don't like dreamin' about makin' no cheese Wanna see my muthafuckin bank account ODed [(over dosed]) (Chorus) 2X Ask them niggas bout me Bet them bitches know me Magnolia head buster out that wild T.C. I'ma young nigga Look at what ya done, nigga You done made me mad Now I'm goin' get my gun, nigga Betta watch cha tongue, nigga Cuz I'm gettin' dumb, nigga Killed one nigga Represent where I'm from, nigga See thangs don't cha never do...fuck with a man...his change, or his mamma You do that you want drama Fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see I'm out chea, which one of you boys want me I'ma keep it real with ya Ya say you the man, I know I'm the man, and I'm ready ta deal with cha I'm prepared for the toe taggin' Keep my reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin' Now, I done rocked a couple of Gs and done flipped that two times I know I'm in a problem and they gonna persuit mine I got bills ta pay I can't be playin' with you jokers These youngsters somethin' else now ya bout ta get promoka You can't understand how a nigga my age Can hit the streets psyhced up bustin' with the twelve gage But I don't like ta dream about makin' no cheese In the future wanna see my fuckin' pockets Oded [(over dosed)] (Chorus) 1X |
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| 3:56 |
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I want me a mill
To see just how it feel No worries bout no bills, negotiating deals Buy me some shit Stuntin' in this bitch 20s be on hit Everything legit I don't want no war But I can take it far Put bullets in your car, whoever that you are Woodie get in line Make sure you aint gone shine We be slangin iron Everyday and everytime Just because I'ma bad I rammy after jags When I get a sack To niggas I'ma threat Keep on gettin' blowed Aint worried bout these hoes Boy you know thats cold The way I got'em drove Shinin' like white diamonds Nothin' but big tymin My situation climbing But simply cuz I'm rhymin' The shit done hit the fan They callin' me the man Ya'll boys don't understand This shit's going as planned Chorus: Now follow me now if you want it on Salute at ease, then you carry on Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong I'm into weapons I control the dome Give me all my chesse With no static please Go off with these reeds In between your knees You playin' you gone learn Yo partners aint gone turn Right after you get burned We gone get them some churn I'ma tell you once I'm bout pullin' stunts Got golds on my fronts Stay full of them blunts I don't want be broke I gotta feed my folks Cuttin' niggas throats Then runnin' by these hoes Open up yo chase Let me get a taste A lot of niggas fake Can't let it go to waste I wont let it be Give that there to me All of ya'll gone see Me in luxury Look me in my eyes Don't tell me no lies You wanna take my life You tryin' to get some trife None of you I fear I'm runnin' this right chea Aint gone shed no tears When you disappear Chorus: I try to leave that lone But you did that wrong You call me on the phone And told me it was on Now I'm in them streets Bringin' all that heat Straight to where you sleep Won't even let you eat Somebody gonna snitch And go out like a bitch But I'ma get'em quick And hit'em with my shit Them laws gonna try to bust But I don't give a fuck He would of shot me up If he'd of got me stuck I'ma take my charge Aint cryin' like no broad And holla at them boys On the boulevard Woodie I'm in jail Get all off my mail See about my bail Get me out this hell So I can see the block And open up my shop I hope that bitch aint hot Nobody got my spot |
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| 4:17 |
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(feat. Hot Boys & Big Tymers)
B.G. & (Baby) Cash Money slangin nine nigga (Off top playboy) H.B's and The B.G.'s (What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas) (B.G.) When I got that iron in my hand I'm going to slang it When I got that drama on my mind I'm going to bring it I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin If the nigga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin (Baby) Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin Fuckin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin' (B.G.) Cause a nigga get stolen Better yet get takin Paper is burn They come fast, ya cant shake it Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation That come's from 7 hard years of dedication (Baby) Fuckin with B.G. nigga I'm puttin on your viece and I'm a kill me a nigga That's believing worth 6 figures we call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga) (B.G.) Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas We see them working on something look here we riders Ain't like working niggas Any block with a flussy That goes for the boss too We ain't got no picks to choose it We get cha if we gotta Wig split cha if we gotta I know you ain't got word that B.G.'s a rider So keep it on the D.L If you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L 'Cause they play for keeps A one way ticket to hizell 6 ft. deep It's a filthy dirty rizell On the U.P.T I was raised in the streets But I put it on my mind By the time I was nine I was pushin nigga I was slangin that nine (Lil Wayne) Na, Na, Na, Na Now them them don't want us They know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners They already know that we brothers, Blood Or whatever you wanna call it Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics Plus we ballers So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens (Turk) Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga) To the lane Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain't playin (Lil Wayne) Na, Na, Na, Na Now why O why Lord The nigga wanna try and die Lord (Turk) Niggaz wanna learn hard way Give it to 'em like that Make 'em suffer Put that bitch wit a bag (Juvenile) I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthafucka?" Nigga Juv's the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks And I'm gonna kill me a nigga If they put me in that shit Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke Even if it means creepin up slow Busting out shots out my black Volvo Fo sho, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me She ain't bring me in the world for that She ain't raise no ho's She could have had a girl for that I been realized, I'm all in Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin Cause ain't no peace treaties wodie You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy (B.G. Talking) Slangin nine Fo sho nigga That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99 Worldwide Slangin nine All you bus pass niggas better recognize (Juvenile Talking) This on here bouncin all out ya heard me Ask my nigga Prime nigga Ask my nigga Lac nigga Ask my nigga B Dog nigga Ask Manny Ask Ruckus Ask my brother Corey Ask B.G.'s nigga Ask Suga Slimm (B.G. Talking) You ain't got no muthafuckin heart Got the butcha knife chillin Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga Ah ha, Ah ha How You Luv That now nigga? What's up now nigga? Talk that shit now What, What's up I thought we was what kind of boys Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha (Juvenile Talking) I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over the world Nigga ain't no beef nigga It's bout money Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk (B.G. Talking) Shut the fuck Nigga ain't got no words for ya It's all about the fetti |
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| 4:45 |
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(feat. Lil' Wayne)
(Juvenile) I be comin' up wit da glock toy You can stop boy You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy Chipp-pedy chop boy Off in ya cut is where I'm layin Ready fo' sprayin' Soon as I see yo face and hand I ain't wit dat playin' My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation So I played the game Bust yo head if you said my name I had some of deez niggaz scared I came I kno' some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that'll ride fo' me I kno' some niggaz hollin' solja dat a die fo' me T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke You mus thank deez bullets ain't real and you ain't gon git smoke (Chorus) Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun You betta run for it, run for it, run And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come You betta run for it, run for it, run If ya ain't gotta strap but cho enemy got one You betta run for it, run for it, run And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha You betta run for it, run for it, run (Lil Wayne) I be in all black sometimes Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage Me and Juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride Dem boyz playin wit da U.P.T. well dey gots to die Man its that deep It's a tragedy That you can test me Heard I run in houses don't put it past me Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz You'ont' want my stress troubles I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles Wa my big brother Juvy Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me Tol' me if I eva did he would do me Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin' And then they start runnin' Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin' Load it up and slide it in Cock it back pop it out we ridin ??? ? I'll run in a busta spot I'll sit on a busta porch I'll sleep on a busta block Apply five and then let go !Bang! Lil' cowards keep playin, get hurt Motha-flirk see I'ont' curse But'll wet up yo shirt Look all my enemy's see me comin All my enemy's peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin' (Chorus) (Juvenile) You thank I'm playin-a somthin Lil Woo dey' I ain't trippin' Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin' Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit Look I'm bout ta git tha fuck cuz I ain' got no time fo' dis shit Now you can be comin' through And runnin to a gun if you feel That they ain't gon' do you shit cuz ya real I'ont' wanna be witcha when its hapning either I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people I'd rather see it on T.V. than see it in person Having my fucking' head hurtin' When dem 30's be burstin' Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon wait fo' ya dog Our all gon' try to rearrange ja face fo' ya dog 2nd line and round dem clubs ain't no place fo ya dog Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon' bust Lil' Wayne hol' up We kiting out sho' nuff' (Chorus) 2x Run for it Ya betta run for it, run for it Ya betta run for it, run for it Go git cha gun for it Ya betta run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run, run for it Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun Get cha gun for it gun for it |
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| 4:26 |
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That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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| 12. |
| 5:04 |
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(feat. Turk, Lil' Wayne & Paparue)
Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why Cash Money, Rich Niggaz Look [Lil' Wayne] Loud pipes, big rims Nigga, that's my life When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night I know a lot of haters probably sayin that that's not right Well, my diamonds so much bigger So, that's my life Gleam, gleam Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen Ha, ha, ha I crack myself up I know I talk lot but I can back myself up Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up You ain't really got more money than me Think about it Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12 And we was next Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L Le-Le-Lex Ha (1st Chorus) I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Juvenile] Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound Now I be bustin these bitches head when I come 'round Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit Look into my bed sayin that's a mad hit I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin My Rollie ain't mine and my bank ain't climbin You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it Teach it like I preach it; now, put that in your head Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin Meet me in the casino, way in the back Losin money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status We make so much money IRS be lookin at us (Repeat 1st Chorus 1X) [Turk] I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control Playing with millions, laying in condos Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler Got more weight than Angola Fucking your girl Carla Nigga I stunt, And I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more Chest lit up like the oaks From the diamonds I sport Yo, I can't be touched Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck Rolex crushed out with the bezel And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule I got so much money I don't know what to do Buy isles and cars And break bread with my crew (2nd Chorus) I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot [Paparue] Uh, uh, uh Hear me It's like, monkey see, monkey do Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer ??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble When I start they said I had no fame Now all the girls just end up calling my name 10 G's to ??? Fax the contract to big Cash Money Cause you know this whole clique right with me They're right with me Sip-pe-di-dy Won't count the diamonds just around my neck X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check If you want to really come and sing with me Those that got me wicked, then I do some free For free! |
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| 13. |
| 4:26 |
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Girl you working with some ass, yeah.. You bad, yeah..
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah.. His last, yeah.. Ho's frown when you pass, yeah.. They mad, yeah.. You can ride in the Jag, yeah.. With daddy yeah.. You could smoke or buy bag, yeah.. Of grass, yeah.. Got money I could flash, yeah.. And trash, yeah.. I'm a Big Tymer nigga, yeah.. Pull the trigger, yeah.. A player hater flipper, yeah.. Grave filler, yeah.. I be slanging wood, yeah.. Out the hood, yeah.. Let it be understood, yeah.. It's all good, yeah.. Got a nigga screaming "Lord!", yeah.. On the hard, yeah.. A smooth little rug, yeah.. I wanna rub, yeah.. I make you do a trick, yeah.. On the dick, yeah.. You claimin' you wanna bitch, yeah.. That ain't shit, yeah.. The nigga with the money, yeah.. Don't act funny, yeah.. Got birds and I'm running, yeah.. 'Bout a hundred, yeah.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Girl, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You got a stupid ass, yeah.. Make me laugh, yeah.. Make a nigga wanna grab that.. Autograph that.. I'm sweating in my draws, yeah.. Hard off, yeah.. Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah.. Break you off, yeah.. Get mine, you gon' get yours, yeah.. That's for sure, yeah.. You fuckin' with my nerves, yeah.. To the curb, yeah.. I know you bitches know, yeah.. And it show, yeah.. But a nigga got some more, yeah.. I'm 'bout to flow, yeah.. Fresh off some shit, yeah.. In his bitch, yeah.. We be making hits, yeah.. After hits, yeah.. Them titties sitting nice, yeah.. I wanna bite, yeah.. I could fuck you right, yeah.. All night, yeah.. Wanna bring it to my house, yeah.. On the couch, yeah.. Knock the pussy out, yeah.. Get the mouth, yeah.. I wanna see these ho's, yeah.. Bend it low, yeah.. Let me run it in the hole, yeah.. Let me know, yeah.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up.. (Mannie Fresh): I know you can't stand it, Dick Bandit.. Done landed, See ya' drawers handed.. We can go get it y'all.. Game spit it y'all.. Put the bitch on a roll, then I hit it y'all.. Lookin' kind of lonely, I'm feeling horny.. Put the dick in the middle like Mony.. Big dick plumber chick, and a hummer chick.. Beat the dick, like a motherfuckin' drummer chick.. See that putty cat.. Look at that.. I love to fuck a hoody-rat.. That's a fact.. You's a muthafuckin' trick girl, quit it girl.. I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga.. That hit it girl.. (Hook) Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up Girl, you looks good, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. You's a fine muthafucka, won't you, Back That Ass Up.. Call me Big Daddy, when you Back That Ass Up.. Ho, who is you playing with.. Back That Ass Up.. (Lil Wayne) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.. After you back it up, then stop.. Then wha-wha-wha.. Drop, drop it like it's hot. Nah after you back it up, then stop.. Nah, wha-wha-wha-what.. Drop it like it's hot.. Now drop It like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. C-M-B make you drop it like it's hot.. Drop it like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. (Hot) Drop it like it's hot.. Drop, drop it like it's hot.. HA! |
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| 14. |
| 3:51 |
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Verse 1
Woodie we get down but to a certain extent All that cha shoin' with them hoes be gettin my name bent I'm showin' you love but I love my money even mo Disrespect me or play me off the top you gotta go My people play me we ain't gettin down no mo Look that ain't how it's 'posed to be but thats the way it's gone go I ain't with that front shit That playin' with gun shit That f**kin' with niggas who think they run shit All that tongue shit When my gone click, niggas silencin' down You was hollin' like a motherf**ker bitch holla at me now Peep, what made a nigga wanna go and mess with me bone And he gettin' on my nerves, I'm bout to go in his home Bitch my brother ain't no hoe Bitch my mother ain't no hoe Bitch my father ain't no hoe Why you try ta play me like a hoe Shit, I matter as well just go head on and bust his head 'cause them people gone give me the charge anyway If ya come up late Now tell'em bout that beemer I got Tell'em bout that new home I got Tell'em bout that cousins on crome I got You ta show ya shit Thats why you showed you was a bitch Now you runnin with yo melon 'cause you know you gone get it split Verse 2 Niggas ridin' impala's with them rattler stripes Passin' hollin at hoes with the f**k finger sayin f**k'em black I'm stackin' gs movin keys thats my life black Niggas orderin' vests Just ta protect they chests And duckin' these niggas tryin ta use they smit-n-wessons Playboy, I'm ridin' in suburbans To land roovers to range roovers niggas with automatics Niggas ridin' big bodies I done did that I'm ridin' jags drop top and I can do that I'm lettin' these hoes hair blow if they got that I don't f**k with bald head hoes I ain't with that I talk shit and I got the cream and the jewels to do that I walk it like I talk playboy you can believe that Then new ice yellow diamonds and I'm lovin' that Blue diamonds big tymin' and I'm with that I done made more money independent then made a nigga went gold I put that on my soul and my gold And my 20 inch rims on my range roover with t.v.'s And I'm lovin' these hoes I flip mo keys than a acrobat ten nigga you can Believe that Me and my brother go rock for rock Walk block for block And if we got beef with a nigga we'll go glock for glock No mo sellin' keys on the d.l. I wanna holla at v.l. Lets say rest in peace to l and t nigga Verse 3 I live my life on full Unzip my pants and I pull A big dick baby You look sick maybe You can use a nigga that'll hold ya hand I tell ya what ya suck my dick I'll be your man Now here it is diamonds for the bithces that I f**k Not , I get the pussy make like donald and duck To the next project scattered site or crib Slangin' dick where you live I don't really give, a precious second of my pimp playa time You can taste the kool-aid but don't drink the wine Holy-rosy diamond bizeal, 20 inch whevzeal 98 cromed out gangsta grizeal Take one of my bitches and I'm f**kin Sistas anties grandmas and cousins Mommas baby mommas family members and all that shit If the bitch need guidance them I'm her pimp [talkin] mannie fresh Whoa check this out ya dig Its a lot of niggas out here baller blockin See what I'm sayin' standin' in the way Let the f**kin' ballas through see what I'm sayin Ya'll niggas had the catalogs See what I'm sayin' now pass that bitch on man Let a real nigga you know play his thang man Its some niggas out here ridin' on 20s ya dig on yokahamas Skinnys and all that kinda shit see what I'm sayin' I mean wood ever f**kin where See what I'm sayin' bro you love that huh. (juvenile)-yeah I love that (mannie) convertable tops (juvenile)- I love that cash money symbol on my chest And these diamonds shinin' from here to magnolia projects ya heard me (mannie)- thats what I'm talkin' bout man ain't nothin' like man, Cause you know sometimes I let these lil girls lick my chains man You know You can't be kissin on me but you can kiss my diamonds And shit ain't nothin' wrong with that thats beautiful baby That is truly beautiful, this shit is Pimpalicious see what I'm sayin (juvenile)- I just love that |
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| 15. |
| 1:20 |
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Yo yo my name is ICE the game for me is like a strom i Thought I worn ya'll
bamas how i roll with army bandans kids schatter when I come around pokets full of candy gettin puppy love winks from BRANDY I'm shy so i'm going to Plan "B" can't let the teacher see her with detintion not to menchtion moms might cerk out probly tomorrow recss seem like a long day yo I'm gone a get mine cause I got dimondas on my finger wathe's on my wrist braclet on the other 1 how cool is this I gota girl her mother real nice so go out and buy her some ice. |
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| 16. |
| 4:09 |
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(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez
Verse 1: Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap Ya seen that 98 mercedes on TV, I bought dat I had some felony charges, I fought dat Been sent to no return but still was bought back Nigga threw some slangs at me wardie, I caught dat I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that Nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all dat Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on Ride top down so we let the trucks pause In the jeep ridin' four deep I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me [Chorus] (Robotic Voice) You don't want to fuck wit me Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x) Verse 2 Bitch what, I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there wardie, cuz I'm ready to mass up I heard about the money thats some nice change For the right price I'll bust the right range Hard as a nigga try I can't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga might be shy, nigga might be triffling Nigga might survive if he buy that riffling With something that'll stop a nigga from playin' Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe Attitude adjustments, do ya'll need? Don't call the enforcements, nigga call me I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot (Chorus) Alright stop, cuz I done had enough When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck Man let me get this beef shit over brah Aint no bitches here, I'm from the 'nolia brah Bust ya beefs head, cuz it was told to us How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown The G code what we live by and we die by The book is what we will never abide by Niggas drive by, gettin loose Beef'n with each other like a checker board in use Up in compton or the watts, nigga Up in New York ya keep'em open, watch nigga Foe ya played by a hit or retalion or a fine young black females stallion Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion You far away from ya home you's a alien (Chorus) |
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| 4:39 |
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[Verse 1]
Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch...and the ho don't won' fuck Like a man, I'ma beat my meat...and get my fuckin nut Fo'sho...she gon' be drove then And I'ma cut the TV off and go to sleep on that ho then Now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else She gon' be with her boyfriend - you gon' be by your damn self While I'm in my benz with your friend, and she bout to get nervous Baby, I don't want nothing but some mouth and lip service Don't act bad...don't get mad That's all I can do wit you, cuz I don't want your ass Look...you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine Now, respect my fuckin mind! How I'ma hit that from behind? Got a ho across the court, and my lil' boo, she next door I'm getting tired of you lil' rappers, it's time for me to restore I done fixed these bitches house up...and have them living swell But still they had a nigga like me, was eatin a taco bell But after that shit...all that trick shit I stopped it And lock my fuckin pockets, you can't pick it or pop it Now I get what I can get out of these ho's and I'm up And if she wanna flex up...then I'ma beat the ho' up [Hook] Girl thats Juvenile...you don't know he on fire 17 inch Momo's...black magic on his tires (4x's) [Verse 2] See I know how to treat a ho... Just talkin to greet a ho... Make her know I don't need a ho... Don't mix up your people ho... If I tell you do something you better do what I say If you plannin on playin me, better get out my way A bitch will get you killed - thats the way I think From some old bitch ass nigga trying to receive my bank Pussy come and it go, it been like that before I got here Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga - but its gonna stop here... For a lil' while, so I'ma get what I could And if she bout sucking some dick, I ain't hatin its all good Now can I get that out you? It ain't hard to do You a fine muthafucka and you starve me too I'm tryna fuck something till it can't see What I'ma show you with this dick, you gonna thank me A nigga gonna be like that until the moment I retire Ask them bitches bout me, they gon' say that I'm on fire [Hook] Girl thats Juvenile...you don't know he on fire 17 inch Momo's...black magic on his tires (4x's) [Verse 3] If I even fuck with a bitch... She gon' know Not to conversate with niggas and to open my door My business is my business...it ain't to be heard My niggas is my niggas...so you don't say a word And you don't touch my shit... You don't drive my shit... I got dope in the house...and I hide my shit I have bad nerves , I hope you don't try my shit Do right and nice things I'ma buy my bitch Some bitches you gotta play'em with a long string You play them close and you gonna be thinkin wrong things You got something that I hear that you don't won' bring You not a muthafuckin player, you a punk man Let me get one of them hoes some of this dope dick Stop handcuffin and just let her approach this You know that Juvenile did not come here to smoke shit I'm on fire, I'm on fire...you know it [Hook 5x'x] [Juvenile] You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire [Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot] My bitch is your bitch My bitch is your bitch Your bitch is my bitch My bitch is your bitch My bitch is your bitch Your bitch is my bitch |
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| 3:54 |
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That's you with that bad ass benz ha
That's you that can't keep an old lady cause you keep fucking her friends ha You gotta go to court ha You got served a subpeona for child support ha That was that nerve ha You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha I know i ain't trippin don't your brother got them birds ha You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha You ain't scared ha You know how to play it ha I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha Stunt and front you ha Straight up run you ha You know who got that fire green ha You know how to use a triple beam ha Shit ain't hard as it seems ha You keep your body clean ha You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha Some of your partners dope fiends ha You really don't want to fuck with them niggaz ha You come up with them niggaz ha You stuck with them niggaz ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is yo make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You can't do nothing but love fresh ha You want to know what we gonna do next ha You bought my tape with a check ha You wearing a vest ha You tryin to protect your chest ha You spent 70 on your benz ha That ain't yours that's for your friends ha You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha You wanna run the block ha You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha You keep your gun cocked ha You count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last night ha You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha You claim you thug and you ain't got no heart ha You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha It was hard for youto breathe ha (Chorus) 2X You a paper chaser You got you block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle your biz and don't be cryin and suffering You got a trespassing charge ha That dick got hard ha When you were looking at them little broads ha You don't know when to quit ha That's you with that shot calling shit ha That's you with that balling shit ha That's you that's taking them hits ha That hoe don't know when to shut up her mouth ha You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha You done switched to nike to reebok ha You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha Them income tax checks ha You bout to flip that ha You bout to go snort you a gram ha You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha When you broke you drove ha When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha You on top ha You rob somebody shop ha You don't think you can be stopped ha You ridin in the benz on 20 inch rims ha (Chorus)2X You a paper chaser You got your block on fire Remaining a g until the moment you expire You know what it is to make nothing out of something You handle you biz and don't be cryin and suffering |
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