trick You, bitch that asked me We don't play wit me game that be remainin' mine and little man ran To disaster, wish I asked him And I popped up and capped him And
Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, knots and
posse got a real Mc, Too Short and it don't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop 'cause I'm Too Short baby On the microphone and I'm macing Thought
than I do Alright Well there's machine and fire, waitin' for us on the edge of town* And there's some boys for hire, and there waitin' to blow me and
, have mercy on his soul Big Pun, one of the most realest I ever known Heavenly Father Before I sleep I pray to the Lord my soul to keep And if I should
Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And
black and back to go back and run Go to school and cool, not drool or pool Gotta soul and goal and cold and old jewel Upset the best, I met, met a jest
life but the hood life was still a good life and that we know always and forever though, for ever more rollin in the ghetto with no where to go and
that what ever you send us my nukka we gone send it back im in the club with the snub gettin love with 20 thousand crips and 20 thousand bloods and we
s all about let's see how the hell we can rock the house I grab the microphone and niggaz cavi start to sing along all day night and all day long Baby
and make a wish Grab the chopper and make a hit I ain't even trippin' though, we got more Heat then Al Pacino Just me and my amigo forever counting C-
In a gangster matrimony we brothers Can't nothing seperate gang We ganged from intiation to marks Fuck around and catch she sparks Cause see no gangsta gang
see how the hell we can rock the house I grab the microphone and niggaz cavi start to sing along all day night and all day long Baby what do you consider
where the niggas see yay Drugdealers and killas all day Indeed, always roll with my Hustla'z Tre, II Tru, and the Shifters, Afta Maff, and [unverified] Niggas come and
you will ever be misunderstood by me Nice day for a jam, the fall Manfred Mann Dance party summer lasts forever When the band's together and Bobby Drank too much and
disrespect my aching hands Feed the streets and feed the fans you tryna tell me thata??s ur stance Better not piss the majors off, you better go and make them? Ever
it the drugs and the guns The gangs, the slangs and all the funds He just got a letter of contempt from the Cavaliers Sayin' how they love him and they