Man I met this chick so fine So bad, she made me sick some time I just had to fuck this bitch one time I met her in the galleria shopping, buying Gifts
Talk to me man This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the muh'fuckin noise up We'll get right into the proceedings this evening Headphones are distortin', bring
In world news today, officials agree that Rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped After being monitored by secret service agents for two years
She steady tellin' me her dude ain't the type she like And the reason she ain't leavin' is 'cause he's so nice Or due to special occasions like birthday
[ VERSE 1 ] Deep in the mind that wide opens Right here we stand alive, we live focused We open-minded, still we die hopeless With our pride broken
Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent Niggas strapped with 45?s and ain?t smilin' And I?m drivin' to a place they?re all warrin
[ verse 1: lo-lo ] Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'? Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive
WC, Facemob, Southside, Westside C'mon now, ah, c'mon now Don't stop, screamin' my name, don't stop Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC C'mon now, c'mon
So what you gonna do when you get outta here cat daddy? I don't know dawg, just trying to live it one day at a time, you know I hear you talking man,
I am representing for my niggas on lock Doing time for that he say and she say Laying niggas down on the freeway Believe me they need me 'cause all these
They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin
(Scarface) Hotel, motel, deep up in a hoe's tail Pussy smellin sweeter than a half a key a dope smell Knock that top back, told her I'd be right back
It's gonna be some shit you might not understand But, you may have to rewind this shit a few times Heaven, Heaven Check it out I know tomorrow ain't
And meanwhile on the Southside of town Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when
Circumstances are like my first fight I lost it was swinging my arms Bugging, adrenaline pumping, oh shit, this little nigga's thuggin', I mean I was
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
Verse 1: [dmg] You wonder why, I hang with these thugs Whut, I'm from the hood Nigga, I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) It's in my blood Since I was little