Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh Wanna say what's up to all Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit And fuck all y'all
that grey So watch your back while you on that grind Move forward no rewind watch niggas all the time Cuz they want your spot they want your spot Nigga
do nuthin? I?mma ball I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy Said go and get your money little
, my girl Natasha, from the low-end, hahaha [Natasha:] I think I found the recipe of creativity Put all you've got, then add some heart They fence us
Kells your the one that I'm dreamin of Girl all I wanna be is your fantasy In your dreams take you to my ecstacy All alone in my room just you and me
I 'com let go But Miami the place and the sun set low Everyday like a Mardi gras everybody party all day No work all play, okay So we sip a little something
you down 'cause you're fronting A dead leader can't tax your mind Therefore he's not a threat to your personal time All the lagging and the dragging
hustlin rocks on my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner
ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
smoker hear I like to max in Maximas and Acuras Your girl butt cheeks I'm smackin' her The raw rapper, spine snapper with the little hookers on my lap
all fucked up now Y'all know it's all fucked up now right? What the fuck y'all gonna do now? What I'ma do now? Can y'all hear me out there? Can
(Lil' Rob) I want you to sit back close your eyes Think about all those wonderful times that we use to have here Now I know things aren't the way they
the low-low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more dough Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like block Throw your hood up, throw your hood up Let it drop
know who I am Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the spam Get your facts right, take your dick out your hand No homo but you probably on the low-low
ends, add more to the time they spend While he make ends, everything else breaking And the bond at the house may end And your wifey steadily yellin' bout quality time And you think with all
an all but I just dont know dog 'cause i left another dog in the back yard an he jab wit the left an he hit hard (but I break off) (Chorus) And thats
nuts and cock in your palm Playa pass the baton, got a few jack tools and bullet scars Now you got your 2-Pac costume on First of all, y'all niggas gon