, def'ly not fiction Money slippin out my hand call it cash friction Call me DJ Khaled, bitch listen My bracelet got a headache, watch in a coma That bitch froze, it
life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor, Just symbolize I go hard, Navy on navy Camaro I did it all for the Yankees, Did it all for New York and this
a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash On the back and leave it drippin' down the crack of her ass Call
can't stop until it tickles Just play a little, "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat
is over You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor It's Double O again, still runnin', still gunnin' It's like I got a cast-iron
godfather status, make niggas bow to that You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up Make a
did about two [unverified] Now feel the pain And if its affectin? you, it involves me in it And it?s all great 'cause I get on a niggas ass in a minute
Source bitch and check it out I came to knock this bastard down Juic - ya bleedin' now You be it - the Petey style Why - hit the curb man I got 'em
fall out, they got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh Niggas
We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top Nine albums out
I'm calling you one and you can call me, too Call me too $hort, call me "too thin" But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp So just give
'm faking, but I'll call We only got one night to do it all I know baby it's such a pity Tomorrow night, we hit another city Cold macking in the game
, who wow "Bout it, Bout it", niggaz be claimin they be the Ice Cream Man, but I doubt it, doubt it, be rowdy, hit the paper chasin clout it, sky
culture Leave you dead, peep your bread, a value meal for them busters Shit, I'm steppin' off in the tunnel with a funnel of Keystone Ate a ten-strip
wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
is easy for some I don't know how it happened, how I got to this point But I needed a way out, I was stuck in a ploy I needed another path or I'd self
out The D.E.A. want to lock me out Broke in my home tryin' to sock me out But the true blue stoners never locked me out I'm easy to find, call me
it's true what they tellin' me Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit