bridges for you to mend Tell another lie, cover your tracks Worked so well for you in the past It'll finally start to catch up on you You forget which
You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money S.O.D. money gang LBW Gang you already
silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was all ready on fish and
thirty-thousand for my bacon Wasted like a rock band, red like a banker All this ice on me got me like a flown glacier All on the 'Tron, straight chill
me see you put your hands up in the air I said get up! Girl, you look good I want to get to know you better You look good in them jeans And them red stilettos You
gun store, beefin' what you want boy You wan' be nice to me? ! - You wan' shoot dice with me? ! You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous? Nigga
man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money S.O.D. money gang LBW Gang you
you? Tighter than a Federal jail How high? You better check double XL Yo, niggaz say you ain't shit I don't care Yo bitches say you broke as fuck I don't care Nigga say
so I could shoot straight Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you
but it's funny how mine makes niggaz maddest Come at us if you ready for war Whoever you are Leave you dead in your hall leakin' red on the floor Better
drank by the Pint Dro by the pound Headed to the club in the boss top down Slim thug 'bout to clown represent H-Town If you love me you gon' smile if you hate me you
grippin on the grain Like a real south-sider I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin You
jam on it And BK you got to jam on it Got to jam on it, you got to jam on it And Miami you got to jam on it And California you got to jam on it Got
tons Run! If you ain't do shit, you it That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip So, run! Hop fences, jump over benches! When you see me comin' get
I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my first cousin, though, but come on, man You
you vibin' The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us Mercury raps is roughed, then God just shown like taps Red
