you dont love me, you jus fuck me, take my money, dis aint funny, take ya chances, for dis paper, mutha fuck dem, hoe's nd haterz, you dont love me, you
else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved
don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please
And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me Or cock-block me but you can't stop me You come for all you want but you can't top me Yeah, I'm just a
s me, on MTV, no doubt Titty out like what - I don't give a f**k! Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne Then stay your ass home, you and your
I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood 'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months" Can't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts Hanging wit' the niggas don't
CRAZY) Talk about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT'S CRAZY) How you gon' hate what made you rich? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Life Stories, shit, it ain't goin
we gon' make it So there y'all have it Words from a wise great king We love it when you speak the truth, daddy Don't ever stop, please, don't ever stop
me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me
Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
now we outta here, tootles to you bitches And if you dolled up, I got the voodoo for you bitches Yeah, I'm busy getting rich, I don't want trouble I
t be rude 'cause they wouldn't understand I ain't human no more, I'm a Superman You can try but you'll never understand this You can try but you'll never
' G I break crazy A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me, clock me, cops wanna glock me Mutha fuck, mutha fuck, pigs can't stop me Uhh
me go, let me go You've got to let me go Right or wrong Let me go I'm on my path Let me go My mama loved me more than I do She said you pop was just
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit
you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap niggas Custom made casket for your motherfucking funeral Keep the women with me
nigga Them Sprewells nigga, we makin' mail nigga Don't need no introduction in this I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich You can ask a nigga 'bout me, you
I don't have to buy it The club owner supply it, boy I'm on that fly shit I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be Guess what? I made it,
