a purpo D Spend the new G's on the bag and the shoes see the Gucci, Gucci The Fendy and the look on me I got a groopie that wanna do me I got a hotter
Come on, papi, can't none of y'all what stop me Yahmean? Y'all what is sloppy What would the game be without me? Nada Cats talk about a whole lotta Prada, Gucci
gonna satisfy the urge and discover the need You feel, you feel the bite in this If you think I'm type real then invite me miss And let me say a rhyme
back of my truck 18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff Waking the BLOCK UP! [Verse 3: Master P] Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci And when I roll
[Raheem] Hit me up on twitter ............. Turn me up a lil bit ............. Ayye 368 hustlas(oooh darlin) Radio by Heem gmix (oh yeah, oh yeah) [Verse
in the truck? Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite yo' butt See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma, playa is where you can find me
love you the same But why complain, you buying Gucci, babe? I'ma put you on the spot, keep the sheet in knots I bought me a Benz, you buy me the yacht
and unworthy Im blood thirsty, no mercy, I kill em while they curse me, and damn 49 goin to search me. Dont get me started, I flip retarded and start
I say I gotta get into they lunch money I say I gotta get into they lunch money Its Hollygrove,till the bury me cold Whos to say if they gon' bury me
hottest a hard act to follow Never bite off more than I can chew up and swallow If you got a problem, holla at me tomorrow 'Cuz I'm too busy bein' the
ck the time, get that shit over the stone nigga Smell the .. on my f*cking .. nigga Ground all day party all night, ..diamonds .. They say I boy killer to me
is a bitch right now To blow me away, then take me now I need another fuckin' cruncher around Hot wing, Gucci, out, said it loud You might just see me
a bean (pop a bean) Bite down (bite down) [x5] Get drunk (get drunk) Do a line (do a line) Pop a bean (pop a bean) Bite down (bite down) [x5] [Big
position Verbal mike physician Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out What, he biting everything, biting his nuts We slang like champions Caught me
picture If somebody say cheese, they talkin' 'bout me like hey No holla back, though I got a lotta that I could have you in some True Religious, Louis this, Gucci
so funky You could bite for days, my shit remains crunchy Good wit my own style, droppin' that Looky Lou's all hokin' but I stompin' that You's a c-copycat, now watch me
Hot and sweaty, clothes start peeling Why you think the waterfall's in the shower Float with me, the world is ours You a pretty little thing, you know? You keep me hungry, make me
down, and the cops come round That murder's a mystery That murder's a mystery [50 Cent - Verse 1] It's that gangsta shit, it sound stupid don't it Feel like Fifty, Flocka and Gucci