chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough
(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) Sure I do I'm from the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, bullets will follow a man
and every move you make is analyzed? [Busta Rhymes] Yo, it's all good, you see the blessing is a gift and a curse To be in a position I am, shit could
five to make you high to make you high to make you high to make you high when heaven falling from the sky to make you high to make you high Doctor
a botox injection A bunch ?a rude boyz in?a your section Tryna give my tax bracket an erection A seventies entity girl look at my complexion If you can smell my cologne, you
let a white man pop her to get a Oscar? Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it? Why they didn't make the CL6 wit' a clutch? And if you don't
thang Like James in the air off the bare of my hand Nigga just can't pretend you forgot my name if you wanna I'm a come hard like a boner, donor Make a
's got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to hold me but I bust through Gonna make a break and take a fake I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake
When the chief away, that's when them cats wanna play I told you, messin' around you fools like Cassius Clay Stretch my heater make you do a pass de
, on without the things we've lost) (The things we've gained we'll take with us) And also I've got are these two hands To make myself a better man I
it's hard to reach a point Where you both can understand Don't just tell the truth But tell the whole truth It'll make a better man out of you When you
chin touched by my fam Who thought you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea Better yet, oatmeal cookies Y'all just rookies to me Slidin
a kind, mmmhmmm, bow wow don't got a shorty like mine. I notice every move she makes (she makes), body's smokin with a cutie face, It's slow love devineee
m a genius in France, I'm a genius in France Gonna make a big splash when I show up in Cannes Gonna make those Frenchies scream "You ze man! You ze man! You ze man
shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (Stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (Stop you, stop you
, so I'm fuckin' with killas Nigga, don't make me kill ya Got a body bag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer Since, we some killers for sure Hit '
ninety-five back when Eazy died of a A-I-D's Oh what a disease an' how many harmony out could it be now Everybody wanna keep us twisted you better believe
be smart You good to take advice? Alright, nigga get a job And a message to the niggas tryin' to sue me You make me hate the spotlight 'Cause I really