your tire Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall That's just the beginning of war I let you know you dealing with dogs My villians will finish you
hater here isn't you super cool, thats real cool you can feel like you gotta friend but i aint trusing my money counter and thats the reason i count again you
little things that count Any means much Can't nothing come between us Can't nothing separate us You're my backbone You my rib, you my chick You my backbone You my rib, you
drinking hennessey You know the real, who made the forbes list? I thought y'all was rich, man you niggaz ain't shit You hate me cause I'm ballin Everything that
that you eat Or maybe sleep some of the places you sleep I hear people complain they broke but you blessed cause you living Better start thanking the lord for the life that you
way in the world go that say you might tis well stack your plate If you get down how you live then you alright with me But if you fake and tellin' lies nigga you
't mind getting her knees ashy And for beef first on to get the heat to pass me And it's not about you acting like you God 'Cause I find that mighty hard if you
date, gotta ask pops You a grown woman, all that need to stop At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not You daddy?s little girl that he love
job I'll smile in the whorehouse and buy you a lap dance I'm tired of all you (of all you).. I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just
Hey mister fish you get all that you wish You've got, nothin' to complain about while hangin' out in this bitch Well he replied, While existence is bliss, there's so much that you
air, P in that next room sparkin' Me, I let that heady flow, meet me at the tele' hoe You don't do the tele', oh, fuck it bitch you gotta go Workin'
bump and go get that cake it aient no time for sleep if you snooze you loose if you broke it mean your lazy thats the choice you choose if you grind and you complaining and you
you know just how much you mean to me As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of everything I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean
tonight cowboy you better make that winning ride And 'bout the only thing that makes him go is that big gold buckle Waitin' down the road and a bad case of too much
hot girls that I miss Tank tops with the low cut jeans all the guys know what I mean Hip hop style and retro rock all the girls that's on my block You
Master P] You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze! You see you can't trust
want to make you better I think I could save you But I think I'm bipolar. I love you then I hate you. Grew with this dame though I hate whoever aint you
and a movie baby That's so crazy If you got an expensive weave - That's boughetto Spend six hundred on weed - That's boughetto Benz while ya sittin on D's - That