fifty Go and ask fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than sibling Who got the juice nigga? Juice nigga, Juice nigga, Work, work, work, work, work.
and I kept on But now you upset because your boys got stepped on If you were as smart as you claim to be And had beef muthafucker you should've came to me
why you're a star? cry baby, cry baby baby you're a star is that why you're a star? baby, baby you're a star (George Michael/Charlie Wilson/Lonnie Simons
partner out west, yeah he front me them bricks(ha ha) How the hell you expect me to be drug free When George Bush aint never done shit for me Follow me
one and I kept on But now you upset because your boys got stepped on If you were as smart as you claim to be And had beef muthafucker you should've came to me
on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station aglow with grace and then standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my face give back
people that give me work on the strength I dont even have to owe people I know arabs that know arabs they get work from overseas I bring it on V.L. and
on the block Brooklyn Zu's cream of the crop They don't want it with Pops Cause I'm sicker than Miss Evans' boy With a case of the clap, y'all healthy
n-ride-n-ride me like a Range Rover She hot like Daytona, nothin but some strings on her (Look like she need to cool down) So I put my chain on her See
it, chicks I hook 'em I put 'em on the block it's so easy Look, I keep my hand on the glock believe me Come get me (yeah) I'm in front of the spot now
burglar-ra, I be servin ya Rihanna on the hook, the "murderer", gets it (On!) My girls be on Pa (Tron!) My exit's on the throne, cameraman take a flick
me first Chrome shoe'd the GS, I came feet first In the game like a baby boo on the reach birth I got the keys if you need work I can Kingpin you a line
a pimp nigga work his beitch I travel with the trap, I pimp with the track But a street nigga works his wrist [x4] Work ya wrist then, well work ya wrist