listen to the rest listen listen) They took my money and my credit card Now I'm poor (man I feel like a ass hole just tellin you this man) Momma I don
sayin' is If I don?t keep tappin? that ass Then you ain?t gonna let me pass? Some punishment lady And as I turned towards the door I looked back she
sayin' is If I don?t keep tappin? that ass Then you ain?t gonna let me pass Psshh, Some punishment lady And as I turned towards the door I looked back
like a scene from a very bad V movie with a very low budget. But fuck it i was drunk and i admit i loved it. Every last second i couldn't kill the thought
more, I'm stuffin' the jaw Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog? You and your skills ? on my squad I put you on a crash course in
more, I?m stuffin? the jaw Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog? You and your skills ? on my squad I put you on a crash course in
least everything you speak is... I can't think of nothing nice to say, you're not nice okay [Crooked I] Rapper, hustler, entrepreneur My shit fly like I
And when I drop off my singles I'm dropping one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits I gave you "All I Do Is Win", I live this shit
Cam'Ron] See you like to front. (word!) Me? I like to stunt. (true!) I go for it on fourth down you the type to punt. (fuck that!) I go for the homerun. - You
here you try to escape another five years I got you trapped and I'm your savior You dance real hard you might get out on good behavior But if you don't I
That I killed your ass in the mist, kid Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it's gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down Slow down,
your mama name you what they call you Can I call you and soon claim you I was diggin? a hole I knew I?d fall through But I aimed to just understand
every time we had it out You would go to the door I chase behind you And I talk you back down to the floor You said that you needed time Could you get
that I feel I'd rather kill you Cause I got you in my car You ain't goin no were bitch your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out
Can you help me? Fuck you You gotta help me, fuck you I need you to help me, fuck you Muthafuckin' help me, fuck you Naw, man, fuck you, fuck you Fuck
the wolves yelled (oww) with 6 x 9's rockin I remember the doors, i remember live aid And i remember every year jerry lewis god paid I remember shit
what I did done And I come from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it go Wanna floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin' Sell out tours,
a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin'