Duh-duh-duh stutter shit, I still say the butter shit Sharp on the mic, I bring out that box cutter shit D-I-T man, you know who the fuck we are Back
bub and scream "What?" D.I.T.C. and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up [D-Flow] Ayo I touch pistol, shine like crushed crystal Fuck what I
walked through my block didn't make it out Because I stuck that nigga, then I bucked that nigga (I felt sorry for that kid) I didn't fuck that nigga [
block and still say "What's up?" Yeah I see through the glass but I lay in the cut You think I'm playing or what? Got a in the cut I pull out, niggas
t handle they hoes I say I can't do no better because this is all I know Ooooh, all I know, all I know, all I know [Verse 1:] Cause I was raised in the
, the next nigga I give it to Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's I ca' see through em', ya tents are too
shit, never gonna be shit That's how I ?C? shit, cause I am ?D? shit True story, like that Hollywood ?E? shit I say ?F? n-ggas cause I'm on some ?G? shit
they spinning shit When I took trips OT, I never winning shit I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone
a Benz when I wish I could park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime I drive down, wish I'll spark one, for you and 'Pac
to flex, come wit ya best Or don't come, name a track I don't run J'debarque sec a la Starsky C'est la guerre (Massive!) T'sais que c'est parti, esprit
self estime Keep in mind that knowledge reigns supreme I used to live fast, I knew you wouldn't last So I changed and broke a bond with the past I
Intro:] J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [echoes and fades] Yeah, 2 Pistols... T-Pain, "She Got It" [T-Pain:] Ahhhh, YEAHH Yeahhh, HEY~! [Chorus: T-Pain] I know
your hip When i dip you dip we dip So c'mon baby just pop that p And watch freak nasty throw the d, yeah Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party When them
sound! [Verse 3: JT Money] In this type of M-U-S-I-C I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see I seen professionals, but I'm the better master Who
pads? I'm ready to get my freak on, girl, I don't know about you ... I'm not a player no more, girl ... naw, I just crush a lot ... [Verse 3: Brother
