My talents spread around while I'm holdin my dick My ridiculous shit flip immaculate Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough Make wit the best get the best all
nation its all this my foundation within the mobster organization [Chorus:] If its gonna be shakin it up, if its gonna be cookin it up if it aint hustlin
hard over here, Precise music group, Box Cave, Amen, Digital Product, Ayo this that brand new hustler's anthem for the summer time, It's another DJ Amen exclusive pussy, Amen let's
nigga's I ain't playin' [Verse 1: The Game] All my Crip nigga's what's up! My Blood nigga's what's up! My Ese's what's up! Show a nigga some love I'
what, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth It's more than I expected, I thought
shock yo) (Give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride, ride.... [Verse One: Black Thought] Yo, piss in the staircase, blood
s I ain't playin' [Verse 1: The Game] All my Crip nigga's what's up! My Blood nigga's what's up! My Ese's what's up! Show a nigga some love I'm back
did that [Chorus - Latoiya Williams] We made it through winter We made it through fall We made it through the spring time Tough times and all It's good
, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth It's more than I expected, I thought your
Doing about 100 in the fast lane windows wide open Screaming I'll fuck the world It came different, these young bucks got it twisted All this snitching I came here with it
yo) (Give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride, ride.... [Verse One: Black Thought] Yo, piss in the staircase, blood
heart I bleed for my Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart Strong as Noah's Ark, in the Biblical age Still, holdin' the Clan, in it's critical stage Engage
the nations And raping their faith They struggle for nothingness You're about to lose control As every creation Disintegrating There's none responding All
my cabinet, lyrically we ain't having it Don't give a fuck about haters, and all the hell that I run from Make money's my national anthem, a lyrical temper
anthem Yo this song right here is dedicated to All the girls who want to be some dude's sister So she could try to get all the priviliges of being a