LL, Teairra Mari You seem like a type That wanna do a couple things When I look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin
Soon as they smell that aroma, they say light the L Yeah, they see me flow, Half Baked like Chappelle I guess I swim and smoke like Michael Phelps Yeah, type the e
can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James The C E O of dirty and he go by
it like I'm tuggin' a war I tell ya the situation like I been here before I'm still popin' dirty still smokin' point clickin' Watchin' the doors open No jokin' e
Easy to E's, Tupac to overseas And I done seen more Lia fans fall cry to their knees I tell ya, I aint been livin this life for too long And I cant count
niggas in the squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this is life Got the Phantom in front
been screwed By so many dudes that she's confused Keep makin' moves and breakin' fools and V-12's Like you and I, I flew in' high of Endo and I.C.E.
reach for that weapon and reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life
and shit) All my real niggas, no matter where you come from A dolla and a dream, thats all a nigga got So if its about that c.r.e.a.m., then I'm all
industry without a history of spittin the epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e
help What good is having shooters if they the type that miss? Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip Niggas, put they life at risk
perfectly worded The way you like So I can make some currency Just to service my life Really I've been workin with verbage all of my life So when I die
] [E-40] if i ask u rob that bank with me would u do it? would do ya time like martha stwert? would bust a nine would ya go back would ya put ya life
My life is like a movie Aiyyo, da bad guy lose, good guy win Weak nigga pretend to be live when he not really I smoke a foul phillie, write rhymes try
examinuh One verse then you out for the count Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya I'll grab
trick enough Word life to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out With star-writers like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything that's the God's honest beyond We airin' niggas out that's the type
enough Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond We airin' niggas out that's the type