star I play like an all star I fuck like a pornstar Baby I'm a superstar Always posted at the bar Always wit' a couple broads Maybe I'm just dat dat
when Britney cut her hair I cut the checks fool I do that d-d-d-do that, do that Im about my business Like who dat who-who-who dat, who dat pushin the
hoe I'd rather leave solo, cause she aint even so-so What tha fuck she got on, them ain't LV's on her logo Bitches wit me got the green light, she mo
me fuck Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this? Rock a rhyme on my wrist a year ago I didn't even know dat bitches exist Quarter
round and bend ya over like a low blow, It's Young Money baby, we the fucking greatest, We don put them other niggas on a hiatus, Beat ya bitch with
motor knockin', because it is a lemon My rifle Georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon These sour apple bitter bitches, I'm not fuckin' wit' '
gears. Yall suckas can't fuck wit dis young nigga here. Diamonds on my neck colder than a case of beer. So when I fall off in the club all the bitches
fuckin on! I go hard in the muhfuckin paint nigga Leave you stankin nigga What the fuck you thinkin nigga I wont die for this shit or what the fuck
pop dat pussy fo me.. Bend Over, won't u pop dat pussy.. Pop dat pussy and shake dat ass.. Pop dat pussy and shake dat ass.. Pop dat pussy and shake dat ass.. Pop dat
', at the age of one-five Had all my bitches stealin', just tryin' to survive And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die 'Cause fuck dat yo
' with the alpine bangin' Homie what you got? A couple sacks to sell Went from weed to dope to macks to sell Hit a switch nigga don't fuck around with bitch
Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat
Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla And bitch I thought you knew You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you Bitch, like
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court Man fuck dat man they
Layzie: I don't know Krayzie: Yo! Wish: What up thug? Krayzie: Bone Thugs~N~Harmony is back nigga Layzie: Yeah, belie' dat. Wish: You know. (Laughing
Shoot it and catch ya, shit, pap Stay packin' that gat in yo lap away So if ya can't roll strapped Now how about that Dat pistol go tap at niggas, who Go fuckin
bitches bone thugs n harmony deck up in dat ass wit shot gun blasts ha ha ha ha ha ha and ya'll mutha fuckas thought it was ova...bitch (Bone)