let me speak in pat-ois and kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer I love to cock the glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka And fuck your
Malice] Ha ha ha ha ha check out the fisad On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car Bentley coupe another
Gube Thug, highly requested And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' +Tucker+ In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker And the game from the veterans
ain't playin around unless it's in to watch shorty (?) face hopscotch Never tic-tac-toe, there's too many of those I need a Rocky Dennis face - uhh
Kyjuan comin' the spray, yo it ain't graffiti No I don't eat bullets, but I'll feed the needy Throwup a L, but I won't smoke a L at the city Truck is
late See it's big face, big livin' Big dogs and big pimpin' Game played with nothin' but precision Money, cars, and women See niggas hatin' cause they on the outside Wishin' they could find a
bills to send to all my jail niggaz who fell From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy
A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock
baby) Young quick see (F-U-B-U) Lately all I see is D-P-G (Q-B, L-B-C niggas) <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> When
verse when I can put in a coroner van D-Block [Chorus 2X: Nas] THEY SHOOTIN! Ah made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin big money
: Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby.. Verse 1: (Ruk) <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
a hold on in trusting you [Refrain]x1 A quoi bon se voiler la face There's no future in the past Efface une a une toutes les traces Qui t'obsedent
as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbing a blunt, fuck it steam about a hundred and one L's kites off the jails, buying sweats, running up in Stetson nigga hat game
avant l'enfer, y a pas taya on sort de chez gucci, ton rap a un gout de shit game, fouiny babe, banlieue sale, black wall street condamnes a l'echec,
understand L. Boogie's non violent But if a thing test me, run for mi gun Can't take a threat to mi newborn son L's been this way since creation A groupie
,Pussy Pussy,Pussy Now Wat U Wanna Do If Her Draws Hit Da Floor U Could Bet She Blue Mic Check 1,2 Out Da Bout 1,2 P-L-A-Y Bitch I Dont Have A Clue
hound P Oh now you got L-O-V-E for me [Havoc] Doing this for about a decade Mobb and Mary Troopers in the game with a heavy load to carry After all the