you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck Yo, it's the P R O S P E C T, I'm a thug you can't PH.D. me Catch me in
roof cracked Tank on E, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo (some R&B sample) "Straight jackin" Chorus [WC] So now it's goin accordin to plan I'm on the back
nigga got So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin' I never gave a fuck about
freaks But if I had to choose, M-O-E You ain't got enough paper Middle finger to a hater You remember me, Big Uf Purp in mine, what's in yo cup? You
t front on the brother with the Pelle Pelle leather I'm Show B I Z, my partner's A.G. Chill with Greg N I C E or my brother D R E S And what's up to
I keep it a secret so my friends won't peep it (live man?) But late in the evening I'm up, my chest heaving I'm reaching in the dark and I'm looking
time I'm cooler than Denzel Washington with mine I know I'm a playa, (I know I'm a playa) {I know I'm a money makin playa, so playa} (Don't try to knock
knowing you now Ask u new friend why you mad at N.O.R.E. now, I'm out. (3LW) Uh oh My man just seen me with another Thug yo I think I'm in a little bit
fuck it i dont care Chests' flyin' everywhere Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh I'm drinkin', help can't you tell Booze help me hit them 15 steps[?] I'm fuckin', well i'm
how many times I kilt ya I burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze ya I stripped your land and destroyed ya culture Next time you better give me some R-e-s-p-e
, because my temper's at the border Like I said before, I keep a party filled, like a bucket of water MC, H E A V Y D, O V E R W E I G H T Lover in the
of blues I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going
spanish slang) under the stairs [Black Rob] Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R heared in New York, y'all was looking for
we do it A world wide mob figure I be the Young N O to the B L E Last name O U T L A W Z M A R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady
't stare, I don't care, I'm know I'm there Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire What you think, 'cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb And if you
up niggas, line up niggas For the K I double L E R, Murdera Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms When the God
' E, y'all know what this is Yo, yo, it's the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar With Armageddon an' your nigga
U-B Eleven albums, what are you tellin me? I am B-L-E-S-S-E-D I don't need radio +OR+ TV You are C-U-R-S-E-D All I wanna do is recite my poetry