but it's just not enough Cause when she's talkin dirty, I wanna do that freaky stuff and [Chorus] My bill's two months late and my credit's fucked up
I mean It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic man it hurts so much it blastin me but I do what
You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile Forget all those places that
(feat. Busta Ryhmes) bring it in can you feel it can you feel it its all about the money baby [Eightball] Big Eightball straight up out the south to
feat. Busta Ryhmes) bring it in can you feel it can you feel it its all about the money baby [Eightball] Big Eightball straight up out the south to
it's just not enough Cause when she's talkin dirty, I wanna do that freaky stuff and [Chorus] My bill's two months late and my credit's fucked up Now
(feat. Busta Ryhmes) bring it in can you feel it can you feel it its all about the money baby [Eightball] Big Eightball straight up out the south
it on, break it on down Break it on, break it on, break it on down Break it on, break it on, break it on down Break it on, break it on, break it on down
time for you bustas I'm born and raised to be a hustla We creep in the night puttin' it down on you suckas Murder motherfuckers And when I come I'm
and blacks I'm trippin, this nigga got a couple of g's worth of equipment and no muthafuckin strap This nigga gotta be somebody real Cause in south east and it
) [Dayton Family] Let's do this Fuckin' killas Prophet Posse Dayton Family Flip time Miphia Style, Memphis Down South, Gold Teeth Gold D's Fuck you hoes
city Nobody's sleepy, everybody's creepy (Shit is too critical It's too late in the day to be playin around) Hardcore nights in the city Nobody's sleepy, everybody's