religion, And my Desert Eagle's in 'em. Then I pull out; Like I should have did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway, Oh well, back to my story. I
I'm not [?] boy I'm heading back to my car, As I walked around the corner, I was like damn, Los Angeles [?] behind my lam,.. before I can hot the gate I
And I'm not [?] boy I'm heading back to my car, As I walked around the corner, I was like damn, Los Angeles [?] behind my lam,.. before I can hot the gate I
Boy is back for good now See this is the part I like right here I like when I see everybody on the dance floor Yeah, I see y'all just shakin' your asses
I'ma put it where it's suppose to be at And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on [P. Diddy] You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
no sleep, only rest is In between the blink My life story was Written in blood, permenant ink Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em Gotta think like that 'cause Forever I
? I'm, I'm gonna ride this car I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I
my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with
a couple licks like a lollipop Cause I can't and I won't stop till I see your panties drop Then I drop my load like a washin machine Then I'm on my way
Tick tock of the week hour, shit gettin sour,Imma kill U ya' fuckin coward I gets down and dirty from that UPT, Mystikal ya' bitch U gone R-I-P Baby tell
s, gettin so rich, I change my name to Mr. C-Note, now these flows, cashin checks, but dont forget, I had respect, before success, to put this game in
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up Oh what did ya think I, didn't ever think I Would be the one to make
byzentine I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream" I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories I
like this beat R.I.P. diseased [Lil' Wayne] I'm a killa Hey I'm a killa Huh I'm a killa Yeah I'm a kill Yeah I'ma killa I'm a killa I'm a kill '
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink My life story was written in blood, permanent ink Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em Gotta think like that 'coz forever I
