home Do not attempt contact with loved ones Insurance agents, or attorneys Do not attempt to think Or depression may occur Stay in your homes Curfew is at 7
'em back on with a lil' candy I'm the pimp of the year, I'm a pimp all around A pimp of the town we pimpin' 'em up, hoes down I don't love 'em, no,
twenty-three? There's so much pain I'm tired of the strain and the pain (So much pain) I'm tired of the strain and the pain Years and years of strugglin
fiends But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five Y'all niggas wanna die? I got a love
money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny less Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let these fuckers know BK style, my niggas Love the Dough About six hard years,
I'm proud Come on, come on, come on, come on say it loud We made men in this world, digging for bones The untraceable ones come with no clones 100 Years
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five Y'all niggas wanna die? I got a love affair
at? Come on where you at? This is the difference between MC?ing and rap Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal, MC?s spit rhymes to uplift they people Peace, love
how we do (Ha!) I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh) Bus did take one the remix is take two You love the way we re inventin' how
heat, fear and power at the same time Black skull cap keep my khakis creased Rydas got love from the West to the East I was born in this fucked up world ryda brown 10 years
it's going down the Mac comes and shits The Mac comes to spit Let me do it to your ear baby I'm trying to flip see I do it every year baby Real off the
pimp of the year, I'm a pimp all around A pimp of the town - we pimpin 'em up, HOES DOWN [Chorus] + (Timbaland) I don't love 'em (no) I don't need 'em
you at? This is the difference between MC'ing and rap Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal, MC's spit rhymes to uplift they people Peace, love,
(B-Real) I slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy
your embrace. Throughout past years there's been times when I felt like fuckin' shit. Your love, it gives me hope to live again. Spit in the face of all
Hatas I'm slugging, them boppers they getting no loving Chrome I'm dubbing, Perellis be gliding and Southern Lips be bumping, but they ain't gon never be loving
Blige, my niggas Got a hook from faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought i spit in his face I told Ed Lover & Moni Love I was talkin
[Promoe] Yeah, drop it, uh, come on.. 21st century My people workin 24/7 for 24 carats of gold With 21 grams I've sold, I'm 28 years old By the time you