, to the Z M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (Yeah, yo) M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z So it's one fifteen in the mornin', I'm comin up a hard day, serve We gettin' drunk smokin' herb and the third
you want some nigga,.do you? Di di di, da, di di di, da di, day I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way Day to day you think of me Can'
muthafuckin', Pala with the windows tinted playa I got this wild and 'bout it bitch Just give me two days to hit the shit Better get your exercise on the third day
choppers (b.g.): Juve, what kinda nigga that be ready to buck With ak assault rifles not givin a fuck (lil' wayne): What kinda nigga ride all day on
choppers (B.G.): Juve, what kinda nigga that be ready to buck With AK assault rifles not givin a fuck (Lil' Wayne): What kinda nigga ride all day on
bullets no vest can do to protect ya (Young Turk) In my section niggaz slang coke all day In my section niggaz snort dope all day (B.G.) With a bad
be playin' it real with choppers? Juve, what kinda nigga that be ready to buck? With AK assault rifles not givin' a fuck What kinda nigga ride all day
, swanging to Southwest I got a tech to the chest, penetrating the plex And if a nigga don't know, we Down South thugs In the Dirty Third, that's going
That G, oh, he and I stays on feet Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot Plot all day boss hogging
party jumpin' Bartender bring me something Water boy, keep it coming Yeah, out the sprinkler like a Nelly video All blaze one, this is rap phase one I burn anybody, third
just bark, bark, bark We spread this attitude, to every point of latitude Every street crevest, every quarter, every avenue I might be on the Iffel, wit a 30/30 scope riffler Ready
the gutter Buy another if it crash That's petty cash [Big Kuntry] I parlay all day in a Cheverlay Pearsjay wit a face bright as heavens day I'm beatin
I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day, I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I won't
Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be Packed in like green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day Performing
my respects and move to the side But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by You can't kill nothin' that's ready to die You was like
Yo whattup Pakman (Aiyyo whattup Bis, I'm waitin for the Rip Off man) Yo I just wanna know one thing (What's that?) You ready to get that dough (No doubt
a game worth winnin' from the beginnin' of the first inning. an essential day off since it's provincial playoffs, and i'm playin' shortstop, batting fourth
let's roll, go, goin', gone, sold What's cooler than bein' cool? Y'all know That I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches And it's murder 'til day