we been yet Getting money all over the world, all over the world (Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France & Japan, anything for the grands, yea) Getting money all over the world, all over
screw it all Small, you recall, the hard times as a juvenile Often misunderstood Some joined the military, others just joined the hood Street corner combat, part of the dark streets Your heart
God bless your families) (May you always live in the motherfuckin' heart) Will I forever be alone? (In a thug niggaz heart forever) (That's right) (Rest in peace nigga) May your
an exit as soon as I reloads my mag' *reloads mag* *car horns throughout* Stuck in heavy traffic... Nigga It's All Bad! Chorus: WC w/ cops *car horns
camp all left the crib Man, whoda knew that 3 in the morning I'd still be up Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree
Step by step, heart to heart Left right left, we all fall down Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by
dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart so easily, and you know hearts these
your face and there'll never be one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand
support Because the bitch left him without a second thought He got nothing to eat, no shoes on his feet She even left his clothes out in the street He keeps hearing
Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman Her arms are long and she moves like song Feet with corns, hand with callouses But her heart
children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it we played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull when the only pull you got is the wool over your
bargains, Pardon I made this machine and every rusty cog-nance in it And gave you the dreams just wait a cotton picking minute The time the time left over
I riff I means I raff Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks, most provoke me ? so hold your ? was willin, cause I'm strollin
hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with
a couple of Mike Tyson fight tapes Jeff was like Man, you see how hard Mike's punchin'? Come on Jeff the other guy was just lungin' Left, right, left
your way No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut You just could not break the string of bad luck A day where Murphy's law takes over your life
down with me Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids Bullets going through your leather, cracking your