my rhymes So I can tell you all about this pal of mine He's my buddy, my best friend When it's a beat I need, it's a beat he'll lend I wanna take time
without that nigga Mr. Walk Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick And when I'm done I got to split, shit Back shots is my position I gotcha wishin
Working on the docks wearin' a smock I clock in, I clock out about 5 o'clock I keeps a calm disposition so I won't arouse suspicion But then I know
it flip I'm an interstate veteran, pedal to the max I see the federal for my stash, my Bereta on my lap Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles
my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace God!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside, Darkside [DJ Premier scratches
I'm headed, on my way up There's three girls on the elevator like, ?Wassup? I told 'em follow me, they knew I had it cracking B One said, "Ain't you that
us out the contract I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou' Jus for tellin y'all I get
there's already eight shawties I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know? Now I'm on Highway
I'm on my way, I'm on my way I'm on my way, I'm on my way I'm on my way, I'm on my way Yes, I'm on my way, all the way to the top But I comin' from
, yo, uh I shine, you shine Gotta alotta big things playa that's nice I don't wanna knock your hustle but I know your kind And I don't trust ya so I'm
while you at my nigga, won't you past the dope You know a nigga has to choke Of killer both for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat So playa won't
way out, better surrender But I got clout to stay out till next september D.a. I'll pay-pay fly away To another country that won't extradite my stay
asked last week You talk too much if you ask me I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived with G I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys Let me
from my relative Man, it feels like I ain't even here I'm ready to get up and get all my own But I got three more fuckin' years Nigga 15, with a big
An old old lady came my way She said, "I'll be glad when you 'come 18 I'm gonna give you a fuckin' like you ain't never seen" I said, "Lady, why wait
this big shit is workin' I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd places But still, I keep
cool I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit