already exists, can't be you I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touched Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy nuts But ain't shit sweet
already exists, can't be you I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touched Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy nuts But ain't shit
't gotta like me I ain't gotta like you And I ain't gotta like you You ain't gotta like me And you ain't gotta like me I ain't gotta like you First time
time I turn around somebody in my business Time for you to testify can I get a witness actin' like bitch's Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious ain't physically
can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars Can you mutha fuckas do dat (Do dat) I can blaze a track with out bustin' a gat at a cat Can you mutha
see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps Brook land to Oakland, I keep smokin' Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again The kinda niggas that'll take
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that
Jay-Z] Act funny, get shot [Fox] Nigga, hands high [Jay-Z] And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die [Fox] We can't stand goodbyes [Jay-Z] In
's all comin' through with a hot pair of gators And a crew with rocks the size of craters Can't touch like hot potatoes, ya heard? Now we can bounce
I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burnt than a candle Too
other than that I ain't even fucking with cats Just me tied B.I. thug it like that, me, dame and biggs What's fuckin' with that? Y'all can never diss jigga, get
can't floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough
Can't fuck with it can ya? (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the Z (Nigga what?) Make you think you can
good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z I quit, I'm retirin' Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around Sorry big, I tried honest Can't go with me
throwin' up, you know that You don't wanna owe that man He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more I just sit
girl you fit me perfect I can't wait to sport you Everybody want you like them jeans with the horseshoes So jump inside this Porsche coup Those niggas can't afford you I don't