, thorough bred from the streets Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just
do, I can do I'll do, I'll do whatever you like I?ll do whatever you like I?ll do whatever you like I can do, I can do I'll do, I'll do whatever you
Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg Muhfuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade Ball on automatic start I could hand it to Drake or do
your woman You beg for me to stop, but I'll just keep coming You're fucking with the illest fool in Southern California I can roll with ya, or motherfuckin
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, seventh deadly sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro My girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy But damn Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're
a multitude of women that be steppin in crews Willing to do much more than before Give you quick brains, It's insane Just what the woman'll do just for
Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway And not just you, some of your family To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see You might just wanna turn yourself
You might see me in New Orleans at Mardi Gras Or Miami at the Lex, in the Oaktown live Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, true P.I. Pimp or Die,
cuddle your neck while you're giving me head. And that's all. And I told you we can fly and the ball. But I'm wrong. We can do it up and buy out the
catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you
loud Enough dirt on you to murder you This is what the fuck I do Mariah, it ever occur to you that I still have pictures? However you prefer to do And
right now (Right now) I know you see me now right now (Beyonce - Hook) I got my suit and tie and i dont know if yall know Well maybe yall do or maybe
never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missin' But this is more than just
more but when I did I was blowin' ounces of gas Ask the feds what I had when they found me We down with whatever, just don't interrupt my countin' Ballin
that's on my mind is get that dough He try me imma take you places you don't wanna go 56 stacks of more and I'm in your town Just to shake some booty
dark or not That one hundred DX double R, you'll find that in the parkin' lot You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for Zone 3 4, 5 and 6 as