back the coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get
in together, a swordsman forever I paint the town red with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold,
seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on
Thatz my Language New Car, New Hoe, Even Got A new Main B***H Cant Call, new Phone, But Im Still On that Same S**T Bossin Cuz I Came Into this Game Without
the coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this
but supreme in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light Swangin' on them cops
rush, but we call it rat-pack On a nigga, witta hella surprise Mack 10 will go stupid, when he full on train-eyes I might stumble, but still won't loose
' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that ??? So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank
Master P] Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club
this for the loot They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store 'Cause they know everything Fiend know Mean mo' money mo' little Fiend still
em) I got ya Ladies and gentlemen, it's the Stimulus Package, it's goin down man It's the third album, we still grindin, we still in the trenches doin
his mouth, straight out of Louisiana The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I'm representing TRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit
Positive contact Wait a minute Positive contact Reactors on Positive contact Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Positive contact Even if the record skips, I still
s why I come real on these beats We stay real with each other That's why we still on our feet We gon do what we gotta To hold this bitch down To keep
still sang the sweetest sung Lefty woke among the bottles Said North he could not come We left him on canal street Trading in his drums I saw Elvis hitchhiking Out on
stank, we got the bigger bank, bigger shank to fill your tank Still the same kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on
down on the pavement No holds barred, it's time to get scarred You and your squad better praise the real God The Undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers
I still bleed red, white and blue That ain't us, that ain't my America, that ain't my America Yeah, I was standing there in Dallas, waiting on a plane