get thru And I keep 2 nines on my shirt like Dickersons shit do Why waste my breath when I'm bickering with you I'd rather waste my techs till they flicker
girls, they wouldn't say HEY! Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday Me, I used to stand outside Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest
logical, I'm not one of them chicos on a hype, So I want you to get on my excercise bike, I'm not one of them chicos on a hype So this time baby I'm
on in the mind of Chino XL! [Chorus] I'm more known for beef than Bad Boy and Death Row so when I'm finished rockin I hear, "You fuckin asshole!" I get on
s not a problem Beef I cook 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)
ballers eatin' Hip-Hop away! (yeah!) I'm Magic! I'm Bird! I'm Dr. J.! (yeah!) I'm Kong! I'm Martin! I'm Malcolm X! (YEAH!) He's cool, but I don't know
I'm ridin' in my truck on a Tuesday night, Ridin' down by 2 tryin' to start a fight,(MY NAME IS BUFORD)!!! ,and I'm from Alabaster I'm a low-down dootin
nervous hug This shit is just like TLC at dinner the way that I serve this scrub My words are much more elaborate than a Persian rug Cause I'm more of
The girls, they wouldn't say HEY! Unless you bought 'em champagne like it was they birthday Me, I used to stand outside Hustlin my way in I'm on the guest
They better lock me up for life I'll do the time With a smile on my face Thinkin' of her in her Leather and lace [REPEAT CHORUS] Man, if Lady Luck Gets on my
: [Gucci Mane:] I'm on my way to see my PO I ain't talkin the probation office Talkin bout my PO box they just sent me 3 million dollars (What the fuck
on police Shot up a four-seat Then I got clapped, yeah I thought I had it right but I was wrong Now I got it on when I write, I rectify this You live