ay im tha unknown-unknown, rip ya straight out cha home wit chrome, thrown out ya window, while i make ya bitch moan an groan, wit da bottle of gin, we
back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young
Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young
for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass
Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven Walk around ripping on niggas madder than James Evans My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra
: [Verse 1] Yo, my man was regulatin on niggas he used to thug with Older niggas in this murder game, drug czars BM, Jaguars, they cash was large Since
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
This is for my thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This
know one thing i bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top, i did it for the troop. And its the young Don still rep hoover blue
for yah jewels Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah Cut your young ass
for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young
' fly, my eyes are Aviators I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevator 'Cause I'm high, dumb high Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes Young guy, but
mom Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven Walk around ripping on niggas madder than james evans My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle
all men Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no money I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin