up I'm the shit Yeah you can do it But not like me Westside Up in this bitch A T L A N T A I can do this all day [Verse 1 - Shawty Lo] Let me take you
so so deph [1ST VERSE] See I Been Around But I Aint Had Nothin' Better than She leave me sick fore she serve me with the medicine She From The Bricks
~ [Verse 1] ~ Yo, crack the Remy Martin For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market Bring it when you see me park it I think big like Diddy office I fuck
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo
verse 1 long nails, pack of weave dutches and a bag of weed that's all a bitch like you need you from the f**king ghetto that Reggie Miller that you
nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause Im so stressed and all i here is "fuck tha world" [2x] [verse 1
CHOPPERS (CHOPPERS) TO WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS) DOG...THEM NIGGAZ LIVING A LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE DIPSET STAY FLY.....AND? AND?!?!?!?! [Verse 1: Cam
hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1
{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy What's the problem shorty? Yeah whattup man I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man I'm tryin' to lock
my crib with some gym shorts and a hoody Talking to my nig on the celly smoking a philly Sipping on a fifth of that oil cognac henny A hundred wall on them bricks
Carter 2 She Movin Like The Carter 1 like The Carter 3 Is Comin Out 2morrow young Carter Be Stuntin Like Its Foreign understand That The Money Got Longer When The Group Got Shorter
getting hard Guess what I'ma do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1
rips that / & i can flip back / to that night at the kit kat / when un & jay had they little tif af / forget that / sorry short 'un' lance / i'm just
[Hook] X4 I'm the realest the realest nigga the realest nigga [Verse 1] I-20's in the building, set it off and get it cracking I got something
cat This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that
Verse 1: Mr. Mr. & (Boobonic) Yo, I'm two short of a brick, you two wit' me? (I got two O's and I'm bringin' two hoes wit' me) Look, don't bullshit
[1] - I'm going to the valley el valle por halle I know a place on the Boystown its trip Straight to the spot where the mexicans hold tons Down in
, blow click click blow Click click blow, blow that's my style [Verse 2:] Now if it's on with the bricks and the bag BABY You come short, I'm a bust
