just the way that God must have meant it Speak of the man [Chorus] [MJG] Pimp tyte! M-J-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some
, a God to the black child I told Moms I would be somethin' I gave myself to the world now it's like you owe me somethin' Listen up, I got a story to
could you really love her through the pain? When I don't wanna feel this way I got too many bills to pay Been hangin' on Patron all day Mind in a maze, blowin
years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up
to blow, with the calicoes And the Navajos, it's just the way this player knows anything goes Finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam Picked me up,
me now, pull up in the drop six Bitch in your block looked at my watch and she got sick Look at her now, all up in the cockpit Rolling my windows up
used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes and money in my sock Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my anus I'm a target splitter The world
ecstasy will make ya won't get i don't wanna settle down but now i'm willing to see i'm numb to the world and now i'm feeling you see you my little angel
word on my seed I guarantee to give you what you need One blood everybody like Junior Reid Wake up every morning, yo, I must up seed Nationwide darkhorse make the world
fall up in the spot, poppin bottles like [?] PJ [?] bitch don't bring me no Cristal Veuve Clicquot Champagne like we won the World Cup pull up in that champagne thing, fuck the World up
Money flowin' like a slit wrist, no bandage Blowin' purple clouds, nigga, I'm so sky high I ain't cuttin' anybody slices outta my pie Outta this world
could run away, run away from here I got a bulletproof heart You got a hollow point smile We had our run away scarves Got a photograph dream on the getaway mile Let's blow
already spiralled up I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up
why, bitch, ask why not The world, world is my punchin' bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
time I'll trade you 20 Margaritas for your moonshine 'Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind Oh, I hear that stuff can really blow your mind Blow
gang up to no good Out to make a retribution call Sweet innocence caught in crossfire's fate Too late to draw the line Bullets can blow your dreams
you Sweet and smart and stronger than a hundred proof Oh, you're so fine, you'd make a bulldog break his chain I'm gonna wrap you up in love like a hurricane and blow