-aid on hilfigers For niggaz I cut for Pull a hoe out my truck for Take a bullet to my gut for Shoot up your cuz for And nigga you askin' me what for? '
got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you
you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know
, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I
Off a finger aaaaahhhhh Doc da code name Murgin proclaims off the lot (We can die) Yeah i'm takin full blame I'm hard headed cat fitted for rythmes I
Off a finger aah, doc da code name, murgin' proclaims off the lot Yeah, I'm takin' full blame, I'm hard headed cat fitted for rhymes I touch up your
I'm like what's weed? Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke I
' now, so get up I got to have you baby Uh, I feel it, I got to have you baby I got to have you baby Uh, I feel it, I got to have you baby
asked me if I like her Slow down girl, you move faster than a Viper You're too freaky, you're way too sleazy You could make some money but you give it
So I packs a pump for the punks who wanna try for their stunt 'Cause I would never tell a hoe how I make my green I cut my cream on an un so I can't
, play another song I got rhymes, you wanna hear? I sing 'em every day of the year You try to get it, you think you got it I hope you like it 'cause you
You never could make me realize I need 'em I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions I know what police want, I feel 'em I'm always
gangsters, what you lookin at.? You think you can front with me? You better watch your back. Because I have a lot of guns and I can shoot them good. I
, I don't care You survivin' in the ghetto, you can make it anywhere Gotta love it (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I
trouble breaking out here right now Tensions are building, uh, the police have just wrestled A couple of people to the ground Police in riot gear The police
back to court you stank ass bitches I'm stuck in jail, the DA's tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail If I had a good attorney, wanna label me a criminal
critics crucify you journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you attorney's all gonna turn it to To get their hands on every dime you have They want