Lyrics: Big Tymers. You Can't Break Me.

Ah, true story
Fo' shoeezy

Who rock shit that you never seen before?
The charge goes to me, then Mike, then the store
Two way beepers with built in speakers
Three inch woofers one inch tweezers

The one and only Mac like Roni
Sharp like my bitch and pretty like Tony
Trucks big leather room table beds
Siberian tiger spreads

The call me Emmit 'cuz I only ride twenty two's
Emmit Smith number twenty two get it dude
Smoke so much body smell like weed
Get cut Cristal is what I bleed

Got money then bitch come early
Got a Benz that come out in 2030
Cardel frames that make me look nerdy
Now who's the baller now whardie

Go on hate me you can't break me
Usta ride new shit but not none lately
Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

Go on hate me you can't break me
Usta ride new shit but not none lately
Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

Give me a dove and watch how I flip the bitch
One, two, three, four, five slick, uno, dose
Bentleys and Rovers, Jags, Hummers, Rags it's over
Put the kit up nigga lets break it down

Hit the curb bust the tires I'm fucked up now
Whip my wheel twenty inches
Catch my thrills I've been pimpin'
Look ice my life fuck what's right

Twenty on the four wheel will fit it tight
Donuts in a truck, Corvette lights on a pickup
Baby girl on the bus jump off
Step on Ealton and Cleave break her off

Bentleys on Gold D's
Nigga say I'm trippin' but you niggaz gotta let me be me
Woodie let this life, Woodie I done earned my stripes
I'm Goldie I'm a pimp for life, I'm Platinum let me shoot the dice

Go on hate me, you can't break me
Usta ride new shit but not none lately
Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

Go on hate me, you can't break me
Usta ride new shit but not none lately
Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

Look, I push a kitted tinted Lex, steering wheel on the right
Bubble eye eggshell with the extra pipes
Rich nigga I got money to buy an extra life
Now I'm gonna mind hell tryin' to live trife

So it's my life to life with three strikes on me
With a four five on my six to get the lights off me
Like I'm a seven figga nigga drinkin' ice on me
And for eight to nine years ten been the price for a key

I got some shit why not stunt?
This is much bigger then broke niggas with gold fronts
Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz got
Quarters on my trucks and a Hatch full of punch

Got a Bentley and a Jag nigga
With some twenty inch Mag nigga
License plate says bad nigga
Got a new bike chromed and stretched
Got a 50 for my son that I love to death

Go on hate me, you can't break me
Usta ride new shit but not none lately
Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

Go on hate me, you can't break me
Usta ride new shit but not none lately
Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

Go on hate me, you can't break me
Usta ride new shit but not none lately
Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

Go on hate me, you can't break me
Usta ride new shit but not none lately
Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools