) All my niggaz who kept it G with me and all my fans Thanks to you, I'm hustlin a jit (ok) So I'm hustlin fa us I'm a keep makin hits (keep mtkain hits
Stizzy, what up nigga? My wife, my kids, I know you love me All my gangsta niggaz, all my bitches, Rule My nigga Buck from the boards I got my family out
my pocket You will, I'ma pop it, I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell, you can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail getting frustrating mail So I
right here (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Lloyd Banks] Nigga...Nigga Niggas know I'm hot But my
nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped, love fuckin' from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm
I read your head, you be a Robin I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin' You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin' I do it for all
on that bed Girl I am gonna rub my fingers through your hair And I am gonna kiss you on your neck (yes sir) Then I am gonna take you out your dress Then I
I do that with a semi-automatic With or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses I'm
the captain with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, ***** I
with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I
for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete I
in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I
I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell You can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So I'm drinking and smoking
what I'm telling you) Yeah, hell, yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody Inside the world of Murder I N C And I'd like to introduce to y'all My nigga,
I'm so icey, Gucci man, I got my hand on that fith when I'm rollin' slow, cause I stand out like shit in the snow ya know I'm ridin' around in the city
find a way to save me I cant die, shit, i aint even have my baby Fuck its all gravy, if I go, Im cool Death comes for everybody, no acception to the rule I'm
of swallowed, paint out the perfect afternoon weed bottles and pyro figured ill save my rap for june boom accurate combo, I talk to money when I sleep