Ton' G what's up [Tony G] What up man Hey where the fuck's Tootie at [Don Cisco] Here's right here hold on Frost [Frost] What's up dog [Tony G] Hey
cause I spice shit up The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype shit up Might call my hundred watt niggaz in to light shit up You better chill [Chorus
i wanna get up in ya heart girl i won't play wit ya head i wanna get up in ya heart [ gucci vs. two ] yepp, i still mob in my black tee she sleepin in
made it hurt more picking up garbage and mowing the grass at this point stella stopped going to class you know how they ridicule a kid in school and this shit
Turn it up (boom, boom) Turn it up (boom, boom) yeeaaa, I need to here that (boom, boom) Turn it up (boom, boom) Turn it up (Turn it up) uh, yea [Verse
drip blood on my ankle ??? we gone ride for this, my niggas die for this see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw
mama proud [Verse 3] You can call me what you want, but call me a come up Before you run up, make sure your funds up (why) I'm gonna buy some shit out
pepper cause I spice shit up The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype shit up Might call my hundred watt niggaz in to light shit up You better chill [
I can cook n I can clean but I like to fight I had this shorty like to bite I called him ion mike changed it to jack frost cause he started buyin ice
blood on my ankle ??? we gone ride for this, my niggas die for this see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz
Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Raekwon] And we the Gods, still tear
arithmetic Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics Got MCin' locked down like a convict Blowin' up
Withers & Frost] [Bill Withers] Ain't no sunshine [Frost] Ain't no sunshine [Bill Withers] Ain't no sunshine [Frost] Ain't no sunshine [Bill Withers] Ain't no sunshine [Frost
(feat. Eightball, Jack Frost, Nikia Shine, Yo Gotti) [Intro: Jack Frost] Yeah mayn, this Jack frost And this the anthem for them ballers who live to
, cut throat, niggaz had enough dough What up, though? My nigga, I don't trust no bitches That's real shit, feel this, vanilla Dutch, and steel lick Forensics is still
