] Listen up, listen up kid Listen up, check the word Listen up, listen up, listen up kid Listen up, check the word Listen up, listen up, listen up kid
me here I'm talkin' big hockey bags dragged back and forth Bring it down south and get more from back up north So I can stack up more, no matter attack
bone no doubt about it Sometimes I give myself the creeps, Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me, It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up! Am
Listen, I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street Until I wake and see another fuckin
the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wastin' Too much time,
bone No doubt about it Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up
of the task With masking tape and the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act You bastards wasting too much time
-S, I suggest You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket Case
Varum, you know? You could run it, and I could be the headliner. [Fred Casely] - Get off. [Roxie Hart] - What's the idea? [Fred Casely] Wake up, kiddo
than a nap Open up an eardrum, don't wait for the cap Sip a third of lager, extract the waste Tell me, tell me, tell me, can you get a case? Never oops
back his body found Washed up on coney island When I rolled up, this niggas heart slowed up That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the
a motherfucking basket case So when my nine goes pop Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot Fuck 'em up listen to my glock click Now raise up
basket case So when my nine goes pop Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot (fuck 'em up) listen to my glock click Now raise up bitch
hoe, he a hoe If he fucked up your car, he a hoe, he a hoe She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe If she tear up your Bentley, she a hoe, she a hoe
sluggers, about to attack Bring it back, yo I'm tired of you herbs Gettin' on my nerves Pretendin' to be drug dealers, and killers You fold up, hold up
of the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time
(feat. Baby) [Lil Wayne] Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street Until I
(feat. Baby, Lil Wayne) [Lil Wayne] Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street
