like L.A. Reed (Bitch) Sick individual, this here be the Southwest Coast Eastcoast material Erick Sermon, that's what I said man Fuck with Short and I and be a dead man
If you can't feel the joy of a hustler in his glory Hiding money in a wall from the first to third story ATL, Glenridge, condo's true story (woo) A man
likkle problems Third time 'round you have to beg them to stay, no You need to 'low it Remind her who wears the trousers These women forgetting their roles Tell her I said no, you roll them
It was good to finally see them, So I asked them how they been [fine] They answered fine, but worried about the changing time I served them tea and then
re pissed at a teach Her, him, is it you, is it them? Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again! Damn! How much damage can you do with a pen? Man I'm
then Tattoo's on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm 'cause the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit Third
stunt, aight then Tattoos on the arm, 30 karats on the charm 'Cause the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the Don First night if I don't hit, second night I want some shit Third
banga funked out panty stainer Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger Smell me (It's the [unverified] words man) Fake comedy for my accident
kick ass than kiss it Dick dastardly of audacity mental capacity Unmatched it has to be stopped But it can't be, but man I can't just keep doing them
Word, word, word, word, word, word, word I second that and a third, rushed to emergency surgery To try to flush me because of the drugs that he purchased He's no longer gettin' them
fuck was that Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?) With a gat nigga and my tire flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is
not MC's, you'se worthless You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
snow on my windshield, that windmills In my mind spin they give skin chills Yo son we gotta make them deals For ten mill's so we can pay them bills
is for them street niggas to them deep niggas, Them politics, them geek niggas, To them freak bitches that swallow dick, its real. Or them sheet niggas
Survivor I'm a North memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power [Yo Gotti] I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now Getting the Third
while I got it 'cause one day I'm gone be fallin' Dope boys do what they want not what they can You boys tag along and protect the man Cheap hoes jockin' them
stage and waste your time Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme They just babies, I snatch em out they incubators Attach them to respirators
with the water and it sounded desperate Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested Live within the third rail, you know the man electric Shit was like the third