nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin' My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin' Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's
your moneyman (Chorus: Ice-T) Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman
boys on yeah, fightin over shit Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the shit Ey yo Da's look now were winnin We use to be in the flats chillin Look at me now
my pride, let it ride and partied But this body felt just like mine's, I got worried I looked over to the left, a reflection of myself That's why I couldn
that rubber burn It?s a game little lover but ain?t it fun Trying to figure out where you?re coming from I?ll take my chance, come on let?s dance It?s how it?s
summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out So Sally can wait She knows it's
m on top. I told you to let it rock (Rock!) Now the money's fallin' from the sky-y-y-y-y I made it. [Chorus] I look up to the sky and now the world is
the dress cried the whole way home I should've known Well, maybe it's just me and my blind optimism to blame Or maybe it's you and your sick need to
if you understand Welcome to the Master Plan There's you There's me I feel your energy I hope you'll see Things ain't what they used to be Look at the
I'm walking by the women saying "Who is that nigga?" I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that nigga." I was raised in the home of the cap splitters Whip on 24's
understand Arrogance and ignorance, go hand in hand It's not who you are, it's who you know Others lives are the basis of your own Burn your bridges
spook, Napolean remains hostile Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency I link with rich cats who's
4 - 50 Cent] Go shorty, it's your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay It's the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's And run G for
Second to none, in crowd It's how we do it, yea Nicki Miraj Ah, sh** I got this whips is topless yall couldn't see me looking through binoculars Look
is a bunch of weirdo's you's a airhead bitch, scarecrow haha, aint nothing old but my money bitch hahaha, this is grown liquid assests Benjamin's my
mastered and plastered till they started calling me sick bastard I'm drastic when it comes to reminding you who's responsible for the classic and I burn
were the one who was spending the night (Spending the night, spending the night) Oh, I wish that I was looking into your, your eyes Looking into your eyes, looking
it go tonight? Let it go, here we go Just let it slip inside That?s right, here we go One button at a time Who cares who sees tonight? L-L-Looking, looking