', a No Limit ass kicka' I'm a bad nigga, fast nigga, ain't the last nigga Keep my mind on my money because I like riches House full of tight bitches
thing right here, yeah, yeah Is for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats And this thing right here Ruff Ryders Will get your ass off your feet, remix
Yea...(remix Baby!) [x4] Ay This The Remix And Im The Prefix You Know This Rock And Roll Street Shit Hand Me The Mic Sheed Got The Bass Meany Got
tha best/ u can test/ pull it out tha left side of my vest/ cause I deal tha best/ so tha block neva rest/ Money in my hand/ body on my heart/ good thang
you get near. I'll say get off my dick and tell ya bitch to come here. Cause you sweatin me and my dj like (cannon). Legs spread far out, you know how
Got flows till the beat run out I told you mothafuckas before we in the house And we standing on the couch With my drink and my two step My drink and my
Howard Johnson Forty bags of powder Get tha keys off the counter I walk out tha door And smell a flower Now I'm about to go Get into this album WELCOME
, my brain's like oatmeal I used to be label mates with Shaquille O'Neal Now I get my dick sucked in the Batmobile I live in Long Island, with a house
dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoke out
I think I've got away Hiding at my mother's house, come get me right away I have no intention of paying for my crime, don't fear Gonna get the next plane
dude! Pistol in my reach man, still in Long Beach man Hopin if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming
8-ball my breath start stinkin' Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body Before I left I hit tha Bacardi I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
toes? Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers
Too much paper here to try and count my ones Over here cross me our hollow wall is young For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If
in the streets get ready 'Cause we keep this steady, Animal House piece is heavy Do more hotlines than hot nine Keep your hand on your mouth 'cause we get very Ugly out
Shadiest rhymin'-back, actin' a motherfucking fool Four-four packers, my jackets ?hittin the tag? saggin, baggin Foot on my rag, mess up a bag, leavin my
Niggas that's try'n to get em, tha same niggas be scorin But round here people learn to keep they mouth shut Dippin in niggas business will get yo house