said in my rhymes The cars and the chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters Burn more bread
my hood Big gully A R keep swingin Paid so I'm boastin I can burn bread On 1 4 corner ways Suck yourself! You don't kill! (You don't kill!) I can tell
it i made it I-I-I made it [Verse 3 - Jay Sean] Yo, ay, ay, ay, listen See I don't live for glamour, and I don't care for fame I'm in this for the love
Mr. Richie if you never knew Now you know, so ho, don't disrupt the flow 'Cause I'll make your little sister turn pro Don't make me laugh CHORUS
Them bullets come in flurries next thing you know you're buried Yeah, I do away with nine niggas in nine days My nine sprays, which it don't go my way
know I'm a baller If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon' call her I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I can't blame her for
hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin' chased through your buildin' Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my
the paper loosely Life in the lime light, pretty, pretty bitches My ice shine bright, break bread wit my niggaz The feds takin' pictures, we call 'em paparazzi I tell my
we appreciate the sun rise You still don?t understand , stay away as far as you could Stay away, stay away, stay away as far as you could X 3 Still don?t
nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed
their shade children happily play The pears have fallen to the ground My child places one in my hand The sun is warm upon my face And I dream of a burning
don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat Like I ain't homicide all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 'Cause I
toes, and get my six-four ? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head My name is Billy Loco and this is my
payed attention So I got my soul devine, player's soul decided to let my soul confide with the lights of him Who the father, my bread and my water
cause my pockets is obese I don't care that's your girl, all these bars in here are free don't make me pull my horns out like I'm flexing my obliques [
oh yeah) pray for me yeah (oh yeah oh yeah) pray for me yeah (oh yeah oh yeah) tell my chick don't leave me now tell my feet don't fail me now Its
fly, I don't like the ground So don't tell me stay grounded I'm good in my town And when I was blue you just ran around I shouldn't know stress at my
Smokin' a lot to keep my mind steady You niggas ain't ready for what I be bringin' And ain't none of my crimes petty So nigga don't test me On the westsides