Lyrics:
Table Of Plenty

she knows) I cannot get away froma?¦her (she knows, she knows) I cannot get away from her (she knows) put you in a Bentley draped in plenty ice and you

you, better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. MJG: Who be I? The nigga who pimpin'-a plenty

mine, partna, any way it go Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4 Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro

L the I the E the S We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) How many blunts do you blow on the daily? Many money I blow many, many, many I smoke plenty

for a living, But That rich or poor the money had a nigga driven And word to my nigga stan i was buggin for a minute But look how the tables turned,

old up town choppin Choppin for dough, prophecise Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse The horse power cross bow Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow Under my belt plenty

sister was prom queen His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife Like clock would always have dinner on the table

rappers, or niggas If you see me talkin' to cowards, it's all figgas Gotta be ready to die to war wit' us Yeah, we three deep, but there's plenty of

the lock on me girl i heard that yous a trooper we in the strip club of course i got plenty chalupa you see these stacks on the table ima let them pursue