on goin' until it's all gone Playin' it strong on whatever you want Gotta get right, give a fuck if it's wrong Shots of Patron, whole lotta strong 800's on
6 to 6 Then it's straight from the block to the mall Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yourself When you come up on some cheddar better pop
on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon' It's alive, it's alive, rounds cured
employee that's on line Tryin' to get my act together and do it one more time Twenty one guns salute with all nines And I know it's on me to make sure
return like I had it on Lo-Jack It made its way home like a road map I fathered this If I mislead any kid that's fatherless That burden's on my soul as
act a fool (what!) Thug girls, I put my name on them Me and Jon's like the Lakers Going for three rings in the game on them We ain't done til it's a
start rainin', I change the weather Let it fall on me, I don't need no umbrella I get it from the back (From the back) From the front (From the front) On
it cool, you know you want it true like a baby do, come on, boy am through with you, get your shoes on cause am using you because it's so special all
fall down But sometimes it isn't windy Like last February I remember it snowed and a week later it hailed And now it looks like raining Now it looks like
let it go When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know Ridin rims real good down Old National It's trappable, two bed, Ja'causezi bath, it's natural
to make it real compared to what Gotta make it real so you know it's real Try to make it real (let's do it)...sock it to me know! [Common (Mya)] To
meant to be I can feel it like a destiny thing Written in the stars, inescapable fate Yeah, it's out of my hands falling into your arms And I don't want to get
whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas So let's get
We gon ride! [Layzie Bone] We gon ride, 'til the motherfuckin wheels fall off It's that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls We let 'em hang and
mo' murda. Flesh-Verse 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
we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on that ecstasy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on that ecstasy and we rollin' on that ecstasy Fuck it
on the streets with me: this where I learned how to sell drugs, it's where I learned how to pump slugs. It's necessary, necessary for me to get down
let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder Got my mind made up and if niggas straight balling up outta control Just as those hoes nigga rose On