hurt me Hit the ignition on the Chevy Impala To keep the lookout for me I just cut the music on the lo-lo I got my hand on the *** *** Tellin' my people
funny Embassy suites sittin' on the bed countin' money Illegal hustlin', dirty money mustlin' Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin' Look
's all similar to gettin' laid On your back, on the mothaf*** case *** I grind for my shine, 'bout my business Lunatic on dis *** and I get ignorant Go on
if your man ain't lovin' u right, You need to role with a 'G', Get a thug in your life. I got tha coup outside and its sittin on crome, Baby girl you
what it takes to win What you ride a scraper or Benz What size is them rims Twenty-twos or tens Keep em clean shine em up a little I ride tha yellow
speed drivin' I don't give a fuck garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat these bitches on the street muthafucka were you at dippin' on swayze wit my niggas from tha
I played hookie Dwayne Carter absent keep looking I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the block Ice so bright like heaven on the watch Yeah nigga
hustle/ ta be tha best/ in tha game/ wear diamonds in my chain/ so everythan' anit tha same/ Boy thank I be playin'/ Ima treat like tha same/ drag across tha
when we catcha a outsider, outside. And yall die, we all ride. And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha outside, outside
here Yea Develop baby, yea what it do like, just look at it what it is, what it do [verse 1]: Ok i step up in this bitch i see em look at me i must
nigga Look, look, that time I forgot tha bills Ain't been home in two weeks Macita lookin' for me Tha word all over tha streets Well, shit, I love my
HK's, they right outside But we never knew y'all had a clue 'bout what we go through So tell how the fuck could you speak on my crew? I went from dirt
rack with a fat cat Dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you want that?) Now, dance like you dancin' on a pole (How you want that?) Come on, hang out
You bet not be nowhere on the block when I spin tha bend [Verse 2: Juvenile] Spots I be discoverin', niggas I be trumblin' Stoppin' up on bubblin, from
all on the phone (?) This nigga here trippin dawg. Nigga tryin to jam me up. Uh uh Nigga don't hit me on Nigga don't hit me on the Nextel chirp If your
look (at you, at you) A hundred dollar bills look (at you, at you) A hundred dollar bills look (at you, at you) A hundred dollar bills look (at you
if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool 'Cause God still lookin' at chu 'Cause on earth lot of ***