, I'm ballin' outta control Out of motherfuckin' control I'm ballin' outta control 'cause I'm way too cold Yeah, I'm ballin' outta control Yeah, feel me man I
you play a country song backwards Well, I never heard it said quite like that It hit me in the face 'cause that?s where I?m at I almost fell flat out
that R-O L-L, see you niggas in hell Soon as they set my bail, I make another sale Shit, I set my mind at an early age I was either gon' be paid or an
get pushed to the street 'cause I'm in too deep I'm buckin 'em down as they fall, I laugh And I'm stealin' babies fresh out the twat so the gangsta's
wit bein, printed in a cell Henny got me bent as hell, Usually I mix it with ginger ale I pass, where niggas fail, I stab for niggas bail I flash the
to me The time will go fast because I'm true blue On the D L, back home, I got a stash for ma duke I stack razorblades in my shoe Niggaz threaten to
changed I done blew, I'm your boo, it seem quite strange I get nice things, way out your price range Half these girls, don't even know my right name I
, yo Humpin' some funky tracks by the D O C I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry, see I gotta have it, if I'm not paid thoroughly I start takin', makin'
you and I were meant to be together, forever my baby girl) I been looking all my life trying to catch sumtin I could call my wife (I could call my wife) I
drugs Damn, alright It's official, I'm destined to fail And I ain't tryin' catch no case, I got no money for bail I'm hurtin', up in the E.R. before
bitches wanna know my whole name I penetrate em, then I disintegrate em I let the next nigga date em, 'cause I don't hate em I spit voodoo, to the most
out on Death Row I've seen money but, baby, I gots to gets mo' You scream and go, 2Pac and I ain't stoppin' till I'm well paid Bail's, paid now nigga
My peeps out here so I ride with these streets Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets I know the deal out here It's real out here Got bitch bud
Master P: T R U!!! Silkk You In Here, No Limit For Life, I Got This Seedy, I Got This, I Got The Hood On My Back Nigga, Walk Wit Me! (Chrous) x3 Throw
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy You know what I'm sayin'? R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook
This is how we do Brooklyn style, boy You know what I'm saying? R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo, the bottom line is I'ma crook
I'm sayin dts And I ain't talkin about downtown security bitch Dayton avenue be true nigga I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go And when I