But that's y me and my hooligans debate Which one of the these rich niggas we takin I got a make it little nae is 6 now My little brother j.e. wana cop big
don't know) I'm quick to change up stick My dick in yo' mouth and aim up Open up your eyes you'll see my navel Flip down my drawers, you'll see that label
guess, we smoke destress, Cause my quest wasn't chronic yet Little niggas growin' up With my dawgs cause we pack the halls, exercise for my balls [unidentifiable
for all night You know how we wanna moan and blow Escence up the blessin' Keep me puzzled like enigma My partner put me down Where i start pound The cop is cheaper My
stays on my mind So we gotta drop a busta A playa hatin' nigga or a crooked cop Run up If ya wanna It aint no thang i put my gun up Midnight to sun up
death defying beyond human measurements Into my private temple in tha middle of mount everest Smokin pine as i sky dive off a mountain In my mind blood
he check the check receiting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind (mind, mind
he check the check receiting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in it's right mind (mind, mind
, kill a nigga' for a dime I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind [Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
You know, so y'all just enjoy, aight Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh) You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh
that DC shit I rap all day, and my eyes red cause of all that haze Don't blow my high let me shine drumma on da beat let me take my time Nigga want beef
my swishas & erb Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb Sippin' lean, smokin' on some pine Girl I'm pimpin', got money on my mind Game is crazy
Preparation your sweatin, I cassette deck and eject your selection for air time Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind A
time and cold in my spit, holme Now certain that wasnt workin? shit, holme Man some label me a bitch, holme The only plan is im bout to get rich, holme
my shimmy come in packs a week Plus my price is cheap So you know my push is deep Get it in and get it gone thats my recipe (Keep it movin') All that
to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind
s what I get for thinkin with my dick Man these hoes are scandalous Niggas are snakes They glidin on my pocket like I'm their big break I be a damn fool
, Join the elite Few dun got mad cash and money to spend Money to straight blow and money to lend And only then, You made it past stage one, My friend