, 90 fast investigators For flashy cars, the prison bars, menage a trois The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now drop Now drop Drop, drop, drop Now drop Drop, drop, drop
keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the smell So drop Drop [x3] Now drop Drop [x3] We marijuana
set the date, bet these niggas stand me up I?m down to earth like gravity, but man we up Women get around me and they cannot keep their panties up Your boy drop
pop finger, pop off nigga Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump 'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk Chef boy supplying,
With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
that shit Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine Take one shot of Brandy and pop Watch his panties drop
far West I, oh, shit He know how to do more than flip pies Get money like them stick up guys Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life And
Late Night Humming and dubbling and i got mah self a ford the hood love me Hood rap gotta hug me Pop that shyt sparka bubba thiz shyt getting ugly Drop
what that rock could do Come back rich, yeah nigga that's my proof I, hold the gauge you can hold the twenty-two Nigga run up on Ya Boy baby you be shootin
drop-top Jag How many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic Mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches
next to me when we ride Plus Survival Money Making plans Pistol Closing hands Swollen Pockets Let me introduce the topic Then we drop it Expose Snakes
motherfuckers from the block (that's right) Them niggaz that's thirteen and fourteen Drivin Cadillacs, Benzes and shit (I see you boy) Young motherfuckin hustlers (make that money boy
than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop
through tissue while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress see me in a black lex, hard-top My mink drop
to an end [Verse 1- 50 Cent] That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy I get to wavin' that
: (feat. The Madd Rapper) [Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I