know where you are? It can't be over It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout? Nigga gimme a drink And tha haters can't stand it They can't believe
Five Double-O, if you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top and lock the locks And cock the Glock, it'll make you want it Come get it, and while
this bitch But you scared of the outcome, she might tell or get drunk, feel guilty, come by and try to sell it to your wife like it's yo' fault, duck at all
cold, I put bullet holes all off in your headband So bring me death 'cause I've been itchin' to see If it's an afterlife, aim it at me, cock it and
all hood For the christ your all driving is all hood The ghetto Chorus: Ghetto Ghetto I can't get out of here Ice cube: I got give it up to my ghetto
'm sayin'? Straight burn biscuits, baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son, no problem Creepin' it though, baby It'
listen It's a rap for y'all Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sick o' them full-blown
Then do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Sa-
the Darkman] Yeahhh... L.A.D. I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar When it comes to robbery Nobody do it
copy Y'all fuckin' with the right ones, uhh Role it up and just lite some, uhh Where my niggaz with the big guns? And when you smoke that shit it's
now It doesn't matter about the car I drive or what I wear around my neck All that matters is that you recognize that it's just about respect It doesn
JC:] It doesn't matter 'Bout the car I drive or What I wear around my neck All that matters Is that you recognize That it's just about respect It doesn
last time Let's funk 'em, let's funk 'em 'Til they smell it Let's funk 'em 'til they smell it Bitch, let's funk 'em 'til they smell it (Jump yo' ass
punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn town to get killed It's all about the
Bitch! I'm just like you Bitch! I smoke weed to Bitch! I need gee'z so look Bitch! I don't need you all y'all can suck my I don't give a fuck! die!
you aint never gettin' respect. I mean, last night I had a dream that I was rich as hell, But the sick thing was, I was acting like a bitch as well. Isn't it
body?) I could do Whatever I wanna do You You know I get money and I get this kind of respect from mobs when I take it back Home Shit is real easy,
I came to maintain Hip-hop's the same no matter where you came from It's all the same son get it correct All that metal to pleather whatever Give me respect