Talkin' bout she fast to go And blow like Curtis Double off in the lex Let me see if she worth it Gettin' by so perfect Gettin' by so perfect Last
her I'm wrong The door opened, automatic time bomb My lady blanked out, reach in her purse, pull a shank out I side stepped, still she caught me on my bicep My
9} I got to get my dash on my back window is startin' to rumble I look back I see nigga's bustin' I'm out numbered Try'na take my head off, but I was
across my face when I get you 3 wheeler tipping turning up the Alpine [?] while I listen to the grapevine [?] blue Crips all by the front door East side
through the woods, my feet got so' Too damn dark, don't know where to go Smelled barbecue by Cassy's store Hit the train track by Smiley Co. Tryin' to get to my
1] (Pooh-Man) Dank smoke is the interior of my 7 deuce impala Punch the gas on that ass And let my glass plex holla Down to my last blunt but I know
the cush, now u in space dont fuss we seein eye to eye i push the 6 and pass by ur 5 and rush hour in ya ride your girl by my side we gon crush tonight
one you always on my mind when the night comes so I leave a key under the door mat just incase you might come staring at my window picture on my wall phone on my
't about my career This ain't about my life It's about us Please These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side
nationwide...thats why my ass is wide Thats why your ass just died on the passanger side... Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive by When
Puttin' on my gear, dressed fresh...head to toe Freezin' out my neck & wrist, lettin' ladies know We're rollin' up...20 deep, bouncin' thru the door Got the Vi3
in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my Cheese gon' reach the ceiling fan You can catch my in that president
this my first and last time tellin' bitches Second step I Spin Tha Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches I'm goin back to my old self, Pullin my Chopper of the
ya nightmares caving in your liver Kicking down ya doors now your shaking and ya shiver And nigga I deliver, 'cause I'm bored with you hoes Knocking on your front door
Graduate at 13, the streets made me a scholar Flood the microphone, one by one, hear 'em holler The sure shoots, rock box, rhymin' on blasted beats Mics on my side
in the south, love the block, when a nigga wake up, i wash my face and then hug my glock, brush my teeth and scream south side, smoke a blunt and put on my
my world welcome welcome [Verse 3 (Babs)] High heads and high school dropouts little girlz wit there stomachs popped out i seen it all niggaz stretched out by