broken links,come try Ima rep the CP3 until the day that i die Daddy threw it at me,but then i threw it right back Tried to hit me wit dat curve,but
It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep just to get home I'm spiritually outta this world Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie
, play at your own risk Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown
got no money, less I'm movin' weight Why my life depend on what I'm ma do today Why I can't move away It's just you and me, without the scrutiny Bitches screwin' me
fans to stop liking me or writing me they kill for me I will put you out of your misery yall mentally unstable my nigga like kids you see. Both (Meet me on
hard on them know, got a pimp card that I show And a bourgeois bitch, I dump cigars on that hoe Give a model something to swallow, send her back on the runway Day
blandes, no lies around me 5000 thou we low on the time piece In the south bronx where you can find me Never mind me, that's is how we ball I'm rollin
it to win it I never come lame, type killin' in the game, get busy It's only right that I address this Gotta be in it to win it I never come lame, type
games I'm grown, on 26 chrome Inside of my truck is ESPN Zone Shame on a nigga, that try to run game on a nigga I bring pain on a nigga [Chorus] [Sheek
this? Ha! I don't think so Yeah! Oh, listen to this We gonna come at ya Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four
goin' Let me breathe on ya, man Let me speak upon a man Let me teach you somethin' about this game Let me show you how to swing Push pedal, that candy cane On
Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now [Nelly] Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs Smokin on dubs in clubs
nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle
t see what I see Mill an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi 20 years of age, waitin' fo the day someone say cap me A whole line of felonies on my
starts burning, he aint certain, now hes standing on the side of the curb, trying to make a profit off herb, he's only 13, chopping up a third of a ki
shorter Seal my fate, there's no escape but still I'm straight I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight The time has come, for me to free my soul
it I'm sick and ain't no curin' me, maximum security Can't stop my back bumper draggin' through your community Process me, lock me down, level me hard kid I still come
hit now she's yellin' (Don't leave me) I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape