Lyrics:
Stopping By Woods

I like women, I like steaks I like cars with the candy paint And an iced out booty with an iced out make I like girls with their goodie-good-good Woodpeckers peckin' on the woodie-wood-wood

color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto I move to the hills, but I can never let go The gun shots and the homicides just don't stop And just

' With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station I am tryin' to figure out why you so mad at me Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell that magazine stop

I say (Chorus:Birdman) Get your shine on {3x} So nigga stop hatin' Get your shine on {3x} You know we gonna make it Get your shine on {3x} So nigga stop

up in the trees by the railroad track The engineer has seen him sittin' in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made People passin' by would stop

funerals, readin' rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives

yo 'Coz that's my peeps and we rows D Flying first class from NY City to Blackstreet What chu know about me Not a mothafuckin' thing Cartier wooded frames supported by

'cause that's my peeps and we rool deepFlying first class from NY City to BlackstreetWhat chu know about meNot a motha fuckin' thingCartier wooded frames supported by

life). Im surprised I survived. It's amazin! (amazin) Im alive, I got by with my life! [Layzie Bone] Everytime I look around it seem like Im in trouble, pressured by