Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back [E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit [Tupac] Ay
I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit
game Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with Be true to this game and this game will
homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can
me I let it rain I do this shit myself lawyer money ain't a thang Da unit is the game The yin and the yang We went from poor to rich now look we da shit
off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, A PIECE OF DA GAME OR Artillary that's about
: (Skit) "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in
money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit
da-da-da-da-da-da-da! {say what?} Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da! [scratches
that shit he says he got, And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did, And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot) [chorus
Kkk mask n confederate flags Black man n da office you know dey gon flip Like anna mae hand me my rifle start da go da shit, But bill o'riely call me
m at da dice game You won't catch me slippin when I'm hittin them licks, I roll 4,5,6 wit my hand on my shit I'm a gangsta on point ready to flip, fo
Get Hit A Shoot Out In 89' Fu**** Up How He Walk He A Grimey Ass Ni**A, You See How He Talk Should Shoot The Shepard In The Head And Da Sheep Gonna Scatter
truth, I don't give a fuck Each day is a blessin, I'ma live it up Put ya best South fit in the cleaner (Da-da-dun-da-dunnn) Hit the horn like Leana I
these bitches, nigga listen! Hoez will get you fucked up Someone like to cut shit Someone think they smarking I beat bitches, now ya lock up And it's fucked up, shit
: [Layzie Bone] East ninteen ninety nine my niggas.... Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind Gotta get mine
It's all Mo Thug, It's all Mo, Mo Thug [2x] [Lazy] Oh well, if ya snooze ya loose Stop bringin that pistol and fetch ya, Shoot it and catch ya, shit,
all the, all the hottest whips and shit I used to be like you know when I sell my first million I'm a buy all these shits man all the girls you talking