: i put my shoes on then i'm out the door i think your just another whore but i don't care this time i wait a minute then i start to think i turn
when you started sleeping in that vest dog I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot nigga wig He got G-Unit wings, throw them off
know Jay-Z departed And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter Showin off
Nigga don't worry God don't like evil Shit is so clear that they can't even see through But no matter what we do (matter what we do), We gon' be strugglin
entries If one of my sounds is off in your town Then it's going down by the means infantry Instantly finna be World War 3 If you fucking with my family
of this would matter I mean non of it so i say thank you listen [Verse 1] Out the gate i gotta start it off right daddy told told me you aint gotta beat
fuckin' family picture You know father time, we all know mother nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
-ckin? family picture You know father time, we all know mother nature It?s all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who?s buying, I?m a celebration
it was yesterday. I sure do homie I see crystal Clear. That's right, I hope u don't mind, if I take you on a trip like this. [Verse 1:] I remember, like
, stay strapped) Let a nigga run up on me - keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppas with me [Outro: Jeezy talkin'] 1 thang about it, 2 thangs for sure, 3
sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real tools Check the enemy, it ain't the family Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D. They gotta understand, they beat
everyones family Stay jordan fresh suites and ferraris coupes N shortie watch barneys? we head the barneys? End up at 'mani giorgi and service from sergio pacini lamborghini the chain blow off
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold
face this chrome I'm butt naked, i been jackin off, gettin' drunk It's my last hours alive, who gives a fuck? (me) It dont matter, I'm doin this shit
bad, devious fuckin kid Victim of?, shit that my momma did These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches My beeper still goin off, I'm
O-RYAN Oh, oh, TU- O G You know how we get down T Scott on the track O tell em what you're talking about [Verse 1:] I, step off into the
