1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip Neighborhood watch better watch that ass I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash One more muthafuckin' complaint and your
That truck that you roll is like a miniature hearse I deaded your shit before you finished a verse From nigga to Gods from bitches to earths From Nat
like that) We big boys whippin' them toys (Like that) We up late, runnin' from Jake (Like that) And still got money to make (It's like that) From now until we finish
my kids out ya fuckin' mouth Before I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth Tell Haley it ain't safe no more (nah) Daddy better watch yo' back at the
up like a, Parap-liguck Or, paraplegic? I parallel park In that red and yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from Colli' Park, but I'm from
for a coffin In broad daylight I off your on switch Your not too bright good night Long kiss Bye, bye My reply Blah, blah Blast burner then past burner Tah, tah Finish
RSO back Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from
slugs hit it definitely burns Now, chill and think about your life for real Every member of my crew is livin life for real Got your self fucked into somethin that you couldn't finish
back kick a shit, all the right shit to give a nigga a hit If you let's nothin' hold you back and your limit is the sky Put your hands in the air, let
many 14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your
, And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker. Don't try to hang, you best avoid, Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids
facing his fears, To take destiny from the hand of the man upstairs, He didn't mind the cold stares he got from his peers, they couldn't tell him where
used to sag and get loose Not the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewels But to put some money in it for your drink and your shoes
an arm and a leg, maybe i should save a couple dollars a day, so without delay, i can look at your face, smell your hair, rest my hand on your neck,
so bananas, it's Mr. Two-Gun un Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers You might catch me in the drop blowin' pop wit Santana The hawk on me's not from
ll cost him dear BRUJON What do I care Who you should rob? Gimme me my share Finish the job! THENARDIER You shut your mouth Give me your hand BRUJON
re the ones who take it We're the ones who make it in the end! Watch the buggers dance Watch 'em till they drop Keep your wits about you And you stand
get your fill Your time is running out You're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots