far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah) And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little kids all on the corner
Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin' out, gee I pray the shit'll never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got
promise to my brothers in street crime We'd get paid with the use of a sweet rhyme We put our minds together made the tracks clever Now we're checkin' more
hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We don't know a word to a verse All we know is the chorus 'Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the
fucking striking We got a lot of rappers striking Standing by the harvest for fruit Waiting for the fruit to ripen We run up on niggas and jack them for
on cheeba I said I was a fan, she said "groovy" Dropped her denim skirt and said, "hop to it" Made love all night (More like we fucked!) Kids banging
Feel this Twelve cars, mansion, beautiful kids Fly life, my life Wanna be here to see it on tv Listen to my cd easily Dough flow, blow, do the show, all
blessings 'cause Brad's two Prayin' for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars Lovin' your kids just like you was ours And I'm hurtin' for you
I aint piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto my mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for huh, I'm doing this for hip hop Im coming after
the myspace plays, get a million hits And I walk in the space and show my face They take a billion pi i i i i ics For my dream I'm already for it Tryna
the answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper Real for stacks, leaving kids no headroom like Max Try to react, but you were
I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper real for stacks Leaving kids no headroom like
's all, solo Single, no more, no less, stocks rang, yo Money caught one in his Kangol D.O.A. as his man made his run for the door Caught 'em in the '
hits for competition Like slitting your wrists Each sequel's so lethal That no other can equal Spark it up for the jam But rock it on for the people '
a truckload with a high-low Stay grounded but I still reach for the sky though Ghetto idol i think, but what do I know? Shit I know a lot more than I
else is bad for squirrels? Ecstasy is the worst drug in the world If someone ever offers it to you, don't do it Kids two hits'll probably drain all
do? Always into somethin', that's my name Only out for money, hey 'cause that's the game People always ask me why I'm out for scratch He who has the
Let your hur down Nothin' moves me more than a groove that soothes me Nothin' soothes me more than a groove that boosts me Nothin' boosts me more, or
