man Wise Guy gets all my love Yes, you know my man Matt Champy gets all my love, rest in peace my brother I know you in a better place now than when you
ain't fuckin' around [Chorus] You run, and you hide.. Better hide, better hide And you run, and you and hide.. Better hide, hide.. You run, and you hide
blind on a nigga Do time for a nigga, put your mind on your mirror (POO POW!) All you niggaz that's materialistic Don't fuck wit'cha boy or become a statistic
it really feels like to miss me Cause if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it Don'
doubt That's what it's all about Lemonhead stop the beat for a sec... Show some respect Santa Claus what's up with you? Tell K-Not what you gone do Cause
make you wanna get real buck Get real buck like you havin a heart attack Drunk up off in the club and you know you not get no stacks Sweat it out let
ahhh (maybach music, it's deeper than the verse baby, it's deeper than the rap). [Hook:] Doin a 150 miles and runnin, Get up in the way then you know
you rollin on them thangs then you feel this shit, If you drunk off in the club then you feel this shit, If you's a muthafuckin thug then you feel this
Chick Magnet, I'm the People's Champ I'ma playa on the mission for the benjamin's and grant's I stay up on my toes like a ballet dancer Boys questioning
now, you weak and frail, boy you scary as hell So go back under ya shell, cuz you under my spell I never fail..I hold it down like yeah jail [Hook -
Boss shit, look that up n-gga, I handle biz On fire, like a candle is N-ggas be dressing off the manikin Hmmm, and I get fresh like where them camera's
I reach mine The only thing hanging is the pants on you Knock you out u swear I had ciara's feet dancing on you All my niggas trained to go strapped
D's I ain't hatin' on Daytons, but it's 2000, nigga please It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues It's all about the slab, baby, it
stackin' all the paper man It's a grinder's party, 365 7 days; She gon' make sure she stay fly Here's a hundred baby I dont need change Just make
like she's a beast Dick so good you grit yo teeth Eat this pussy like a feast on yo knees like you a preist You & me between the sheets [Both:] Damn it 7
's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
the feet 3 goon chains a hundred 40 thousand dollars each 400 20 thousand, I can show you the receipt You can tell how I walk, I was made for T.V. You