Chorus: (x2) U cant see me ridin down 3 candy paint wood grain TV lone star state livin life great playas where yo wand, dispear in ya face. Yeah, Yeah
. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake Don't interfere with family business
) and mid-town, the loft cost BIG, the jersey, back-yard is golf course BIG (uhh huh) Brooklyn, Miss Jade, and of course BIG After that its ME, F-A-B...
whole U-S (ah) The Remi' and the Bourbon be burnin' my chest (uh) S-F we the best, middle finger to the rest The rap game's big dipper, big skipper
know they can't hold us When they east dog comin from the shoulders And the older niggas they told us U gotta get down fo yo hustle Got glocks to show
po know they can't hold us When they east dog comin from the shoulders And the older niggas they told us U gotta get down fo yo hustle Got glocks to show
they wasn't, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesn't Ran up in your shell about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin
Wen U Call Catch U Wen U Fall Guide U Through Ur Problems Big Or Small Give U Wut U Need N Help U To Suceed Show U Dat A Fathers The Only One We Need Kiss U
your motherfuckin mouth) [RZA:] Out the beehive, you dip and you dive But you still can't survive, you can't see past five Check the outlook, this is
't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. [Verse 1: YG Hootie]
nigga ain't nothin like me. Stop lyin nigga please, nigga please, my goons got guns on deck put yo picture on t, say cheese, and you can die or live off
uncle, Po' Slick Used to get 'em by the hunderds nigga, you can ask Slick Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick You Know What It Is... [Chorus: Young Jeezy] I can't
and ya nigga ain't nothin like me. Stop lyin nigga please, nigga please, my goons got guns on deck put yo picture on t, say cheese, and you can die or
can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This rule is so underrated Actin' as if it can
[Hook - 2x] You niggaz ain't real, you niggaz ain't real You niggaz ain't real, that's real [Big Tuck] You niggaz ain't real, real niggaz know that We
don't give a fuck, so bitch, what's up?) Beep, beep, so they can see when I'm rollin through the hood Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips
death is the number one fear of men; But I ain't scared, I can tell its commin', I can feel it in the air; I can smell it commin, fully prepared to meet
