We the future And you a fool if you don't know it by now [Verse 2:] See kids only believe in what the perceive And half of what they believe is what
But anyone who really matters got a call from my guy) I can't believe, I can't believe that I can't breathe I can't believe, I can't believe that I didn
suppose to And my accountant got as many numbers as a social With a beach house that's, somewhere on the coast to Bunch of bad bitches that some of ya
turn you into sherbert I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff" I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird
2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!? [Verse 1] I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest
they love me I'm supposed to be the only one It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me Thought I was supposed to the only one Believe that I'm a gangsta
in [Talking] All homo ass niggas, B Niggas straight fuckin homos nigga When you see me in the streets nigga You dont say shit Niggas dont be doin shit Whole bunch
say you rest in the arms of the Savior if in sinful ways you lack Some say that they're comin' back in a garden Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas
, repping the Savior, baby, we stand up Man up for the risen who picked us up and scanned us Purchased some worthless dudes, and now He hands us A bunch
and they all called me phony And said I was kickin' a bunch of that baloney But they soon found out, and now they all believe' Cause every Tuesday after
they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause I'm
style When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed
' and I ain't stopin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens niggas open fire buncha Thug Life
Do you think that all blacks are niggers? Ignorance is an attitude You wallow in your racist stupor Have you really stopped to think? Do you believe in
nigga I got enough money to free all the stars He ain't lyin If you sellin we ain't buyin If you got it on ya block You best believe we supplyin' From
Hot cookin, sittin pretty, shiny smokes Up in the fine cuisine, sup a little wine with my folks A bunch of filthy rich niggaz that be grindin the most Bunch
up your crotches and fuck up your process Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches Have y'all niggaz wildin having a fit Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch
wearing sandals This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now We don't BELIEVE your man
