know Them Haters Always Hatin Why You Hatin? On Me [Game 3rd Verse] Niggas know I sell my rocks every morning 7 o'clock me nd my rocks was out the door
I've got a thousand words that I never spoke, see I broke down codes at an early age, filled the page, filled my ears with rage, sound in my headphones
of my labor 'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
, cause your never gunna blow bitch, your just too old. No wonder your sore now, lordy your bored now, I'm pushin' 30 your kick 40's door down. Business
know there's a better world somewhere you've just got to take a look Yeah but unfortunately it's in the pages of a kid's storybook Does your daddy look down
you get the down an' have 'em yellin' an' screamin' But you told my tank dawg nigga That you was straight on the drownin' 'Bout to be down ass nigga I mean clown ass nigga, wanna hang wit' down
your biggest dreams in room 8-16 [chorus 4x] [mia x] It's goin' down room 7-3-0, at 7:30 I play the game boy, low-down and dirty, you heard me This
aight, I.ll give you a call in the morn She says there's two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door He calls his man Nick, to check the situation
turn take my paper work Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work Then, fill out the credit card application And it's gonna be 'bout 3 weeks a waitin' For American
(Chours) Lets straighten it out x4 Now sit yourself down girl Verse 1 when we started off girl you know it wasnt nothing like dis everything was all
like now and laters Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas Jot down numbers on small pieces of paper I got ya, skate, watch these bitches catch the vapors Breaks down
s go) Let's go (say you wit it) Let's go what you waiting fo [x3] I know you wanna go [x3] what you waiting fo [x3] I know you wanna roll [x3]
came from my mouth I brought a head down south I don't check for the noose and the neck So I never tell my ems That finesse is knocking at my door I
just my night hustle My J-O's to stay fearin' of my G-O-D Whether what may, meet me at the front door To see the pressure got a nigga knockin' shit
[Intro] *kicking down a door* (Pooh-Man) Bitch where the motherfuckin son at? (Too $hort's Bitch) He not here ahhh it hurts! (Pooh-Man) Old Skool get