was watching, who the f-ck wasn't Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen Yeah 6 grand for a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme
now on I'm refusing to ever give up The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses. Excuse me if my head is too big for this building And pardon me
over in my CM 5 Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide Got 20 in the trunk, you can bet me five 20 minutes and they dump, I'ma let these fly We
can) As you can That girl ain't nothing but a prettyz Professional given you a strip tease Sitting on you lap tryin to rise up your (?) 5 minutes later
me casing And later on she got this bone and gives me fuck faces You must be used to all the finer thangs Infatuated by what money brangs It seems to me
nobody seemed to give a shit And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either Sweet 16, time
you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me
to him right, sittin' good Handle my business like a big girl should 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock, baby give me more Pick me up, pick me
it how you wanna But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers I don't give a fuck how disrespected you may feel Nigga see me when you see me
we is, east side and divide If she ain't with, I-9-5 hit the road tramp And don't you come back no more no more no more No more [Redman] Yo yo yo
don?t have to say no more 2, your guidance and all the things you show me 3, the way you look at me When you say, "I love you" 4, your headstrong personality 5
leave the scar. you cry for compensation. i ask you please just give us... 5 minutes alone i read your eyes, your mind was made up. you took me for
I die I ain't gonna lie, I make broke look good More time I supply just tryna get by You should never ask me why I smoke till my lips split They always send me
and pin dem. More, more, more money more paper more, more money more paper i wanna see more dough then a baker run tings like ninja man and cartelli in jamaica, promoters pay me
? Nothing but the mack in me (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (Nothin
And however I gotta feed 'em I will All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill