Three 6 Now I?m feelin so fly like a G6 Like a G6, Like a G6 Now I?m feelin so fly like a G6 Verse 1 Gimme that Mo-Moet Gimme that Cry-Crystal Ladies
ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6 Like a G6, Like a G6 Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6 [Verse 1:] Gimme that Mo-Moet Gimme that Cry
I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'em Just a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" nigga, glock and all this So believe I'm not the one when it get
don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to floss I used to be O.T., applyin the force Shoot up
want me don't be fake and don't have the nerve to try to play me like you real ...... ...... Verse 2: Bizzy Bone It was a setup, Mothafucka don't ever
rep that West! [Ice Cube:] Don't you know that I rep that; why you got to let that Boy in the buildin' don't you know that He about to kill 'em! - Don
the box', You can't impress me, so fuck what you got, I said my head is so big they call me 'jack in the box', Don't talk about money 'cause I'm stacking
s alive You better run and hide Cover your ears and your eyes [Ice Cube] The world had to bow to this new style Dial 9-1-1, makin more money than the
bitch, don't trust em [Chorus] (Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch) Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!) (Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch) You can't
beat to peel your cap Now who's the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick? I got many, many styles won't you take a pick But don't be alarmed When I trip
stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit? Am I hard hard core, harder than a Plymouth It ain't
check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E Ya'll niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten We got it sewn, we don't
ALL THIS MONEY?! [Verse One: Styles Paniro] I lick shots at intruders Take the coke money and invest in computers Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice
words (watch your words) don't let your mouth get ahead of ya You really talkin wreckless right now (right now) And we know you ain't built for that (
you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice
crack merchants snakes and serpents foul jakes the searches clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Street dreamer Oh mercy mercy me Ain't
can hate me now.. but I won't stop now.. Cause I can't stop now.. you can hate me now.. But I won't stop now.. cause I can't stop now.. You can hate me
: *click* *dialtone* *numbers being dialed* *phone rings, is picked up right away* [G1] HELLO?! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga