it boy and if u know me u know me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin sported u know me from pistol toatin u know me from candy coatin my cars rollin
need that guap All that runnin', it's time to stop Gimme that bread or get this lead All that cash that big ol knot You owe me But you be actin' like you don't know me
been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something I got more homies than an esse, but lets say I couldnt talk you
to break you off somethin' (hook) Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3) (pimp c) Let me set the shit straight, let me lay
the bitch "one" You want monogamy, I promise you will get none, so if you ever meet 'em tell my father, I am his son I owe it all to him for everything
extras, and overs Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz
1999 i had diamonds in my grill. you just rappin that aint platinum you need to chill. cuz you embarressen texas nigga you aint trill. nigga you been on my dick way befo you
my grill You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you
casket nobody gonna see you Bitch it's over, barely with Barber right behind me in the rover My partner from Mercy told you we gone get you if we owe you
a chip on my shoulder I get you if I owe you, X your file like Scully and Mulder Colder with the pen pimping thang, fuck bringing it to your ass Me and
'll be like mace in you face on myspace just you wait till you read the shit on you im gonna blog about You like text so much? How much you like it now? You
Paul Wall shinin down south brighter then all y'all when it's time to get ya jewelry done who do y'all call cause you fellas ain't shinin at all check me
was in ruins Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe
murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me i take dat beef shit and tenderize it i got some fuckin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment
diamonds in my grill You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you
play me Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay
control me, I pop slowly Thinkin' you know me, slough Only niggas is starrin' hard like I'm lookin' familiar If you don't owe me I ain't lookin' to kill
