in da car that will get off in the shit im gone and pissed off My brains in nerve lose I carry my own cross But if u step you get tossed And last but
said, done consider yourself dead Your family and friends might be sayin' that I crossed you out But nigga you was fake from the beginning So I had to toss
Whatever [Project Pat:] Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss Tossin'
ho, whatever A lot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss Tossin' me a berries
niggas didn't learn You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn Its on me and pun ain't from the Bronx You's wrong, nigga we can get it on Ai yo, guns we toss
watching me reading my mind. There are fury ones with blades coming out of their fur, robots riding chariots just like Ben-Hur, a ton that will toss
wasn't locked Nowadays you ought to watch your spot Even with all the flaws of that boss you mock You could still close your eyes and toss a rock I bet
wasn't locked Nowadays you ought to watch your spot Even with all the flaws of that boss you mock You could still close your eyes and toss a rock I
speaks But when it's showtime, they on line, che che che che Listen, nigga play your position You was glisten, when a nigga like me had no pot to piss
Sittin? down in the Ross pot earnin? my pay Gotta get off these bundles and be on my way But quicker than a nigga could say let?s get paid The Narcles
knew me as a druggie who wouldn't follow rules My friends didn't get it and they thought I was a fool They called me self-righteous 'cause I wouldn't smoke pot
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass The butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lot With tea from a silver pot just like
's a battle of fierce and grim That depends on the ladies' whim What'll Miss and Misses America's answer be? Will she say with a tossing head? And that
One: Sheek Luchion] Yo I don't toss it when I pop, I just run up in the spot Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot In the back yard, used
Bill Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high And his feet planted firm on the ground And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around No pot
it might be hot One things for sure, I be takin alot Givin alot, and when it comes to music I be makin it hot Shakin the spot, takin the pot Bringin it
't even make a good thang of kool aid But chicken heads get chicken feed A lil' dick and weed Everything that a chicken need Tryin' to pot I get real