of champagne dunny So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey These pimps just better have a gothic for me I got them hoes starin like they got a problem
shots Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Five oh four gangsta, new orleans soldier
nine shots Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Five oh four gangsta, new orleans
over Back to when I was your four-leaf clover Don't make a sound This is the part where I let you, where I let you down The problem is, is you thought
the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people
at ya homey [Chorus] [Verse Three: Napoleon] It ain't nuttin but in-between nuts, oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem ol' fag-ass nigga, kick rocks
to line four of Chorus:] "That's a nigga nature" [add to line eight of Chorus:] "Cause that's a nigga nature" [Chorus] [add to line four of Chorus:] "
: Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black
known for the money they make Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake [50 Cent][Hook] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four
war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out Four fifth, four
Cent] You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
got semi-autos to put holes and niggas try to play me,One shot is not enough you need at least a uzi to move me, after four bottles of donthe kid start
: [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker Blowing niggas tops,
To This Bitch If You Want, Widout A Strap, And You Gon Getcha Ass Layed Down [Verse 2: 50 Cent] That Ni**A Joe Comin Home Soon He Up There In Four People
: (feat. Master P, Mystikal, Psycho Drama, Silkk the Shocke) [Verse 1: Silkk] AHHHHHH! I kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem, down
through your door Liquidated then I come through your pores Think the track is bleedin' get at the gauze Mix, fidgit, 'fore I rip it in four's Look at
It To ?Em) Na na na.. Na Na Na.. Na na na.. Na Na Na.. (Give It To ?Em) Know they kickin down your door just waving their four-four Ain?t thinking about
get ya checks from ya broads, get high Then your broads sneak ya keys from ya niggas and ride Everybody wanna party, even the niggas with a problem Made