YOU GIVE, YOU GIVE ME ? NO SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF. YOU MADE A GRAVEYARD OF THE PLACES I CUT MY TEETH. YOUNG MEN I THINK WE HAVE BEEN CHEATED. THESE
the 88 sound I'm gonna take you to my crib for a lil' night cap But then the slap, ghetto clown Tap, tap, tap to the pretty little gal Pump and burn to Knicca Pump and burn
You's a airhead bitch... scarecrow. Ha, ain't nothing old 'but my money bitch. (Ha ha) This is grown liquid assets. Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money
think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood I pass through like sho they show love It's an event whenever I shows up The money it goes up, day
?clock I?m already on my knees And it?s all beacuse she?s money Sweet scented honey She does it naturally Oh I know that every time she hustles by I get a shot
's you's a airhead bitch, scarecrow haha, aint nothing old but my money bitch hahaha, this is grown liquid assests Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money
Ross] I'm burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear Burner
feel it Must've found a way out my back door Must've run away out my back door Because it's gone, gone, gone Then I fell in love Love gave me a shot
Yeah aiyyo it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin
on your life, right You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin' doubt! Let's make history homey, aight then You know we brought the hoes clothes And money
Fuck Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck
out to get that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money We got them bottles poppin' soundin' like they gun shots
Bright light city gonna set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire There's a whole lot of money that's ready to burn So get those stakes up higher There's
1 Rippin' up, it's yo' St. Clair. Takin' money that's straight, and gotta kick it, chill. Then makin' it real, to the pop on my slug for love, I'm
for the love You can't dust on these bustas, so they die They only got love for those who love me In the meanwhile I main to keepin' my mind on my money
you turn around somebody got shot.. Oooooh, but im still here. Im still here. Verse 2: Another homie got murdered in the dope house, ass pocket full of money
model who shall remain nameless the ups and the downs the sames and the changes all the money in the world dont make it painless but they love it and they love
