In my blood when I kick the scam they all will flock to it Get my music and bop to it Gassed my head but I was goin' for my doctorate Or my PHD in PAID
wild adolescent, blessed with the foul essence Messin' around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson Stressin' all the things that I have not I pray to God I get my
I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain
thangs Like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's cocaine If you see me on the dope train I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand
mouth open for the cum splash Excuse me lady did you say you liked to fuck Drop my drawers to my ankles, give my dick a suck You like it rough? I can feel my
top infact I wonder if.rmmm... anyway, jauque do my hair kissy face, sucking on her ruby red lolly pop Shaggy Who? watch me clean up the ghetto make my music, write my
a mothafuckin pinky ring, now it's cocaine If you see me on the dope train, I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand, ready to make a stand Old
Like a gold chain Or a mothafuckin' pinky ring now it's cocaine If you see me on the dope train I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand Ready to
She got my, gas cut off But I, don't know how She got my, phone cut off But I, don't know how Bitch even got my, lights cut off But I, don't know how
verse 1: man these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane the week a cock back and put a pistol to da brain weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine the plot
frame im fifty one fifty mixed with cocaine toe-maine poison em put your boys in there after you get ate they get the same im insane something stuck in my
who crosses my mobsta family they die I hollered at my boy james to bless me wit some mo' thangs A mobstaz hard to kill like stopping off of cocaine I
what I'm sayin' with y'all Monkey see monkey do Now y'all niggas can see Why I want to plead insanity But what the fuck am I gonna do This just my family
, heh, already, yeah Listen man, yeah my niqqa We got this shit Ey, ey, i tried told them Yeah, Cash Money Millionaire, ya know I Can't Feel My Face Yeah
bitch niggas go insane so i got to stay loaded with that thang, blow it in yo brain this is lyrical cocaine poke it in yo vains i want my risk on ap
insane) [Ja Rule] Nigga I can?t complain [Irv Gotti, Harry-O] Ever fucked with a freak bro [Irv Gotti] Hit in em slow mane [Harry-O] Yeah my cocain cutie
heated My homies nine he squeezed it Niggas talkin shit Guess well just repeat it (chorus) Yea I couse pain Cook cocaine an smoke weed Gang affileated an fuck the police My
the radio In stereo in the static age Billboard on the rise in the dawn's landscape Working your insanity Tragic a'la madness and concrete Coca Cola