Letras:
Hurricane It S Your Life

the truth, baby life's fabolous It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that Oh I be living that, oh I be living that Get your money right, you could

it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it

you Tony? I smell pussy! It's Olivia's draws! Y'all niggaz is pussy! [Cyssero] I blaze with the Kays, it ain't hard to reach you now, I'm wit the Game

Group Your Clothes Cant Sell Your Shoes Are Straight Garbage Your Movies Suck! Chicken Little Killed You Nigga Hahahaha [Echos] How You Like It Nigga

it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter

it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit

know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha

know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha

see bad times today. CHORUS: Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise. I hear hurricanes ablowing.