Last night was poppin' like like cocked glocks with hollow tip rounds From booty calls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin' If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
deep No bullshittin' nigga - I blose the whole street Sendin' hollows at that ass ta make ya head leak Got Frank in the gang - some can see him in white sheets
kill or be killed when you beefin' wit B.G. And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block
navel out ya back, spine a crawl out 'cho chest nigga Make sure you have no pumps of hard beef Surronded by yellow tape and under a white sheet I joke
I heat up Then we both fall asleep before the rooster starts to crow No time to fight we pretend love is so sweet When all we're missing is what's between the sheets
in Which put your person into focus No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos Plug One, yo, I found fun in the scribblin' of speak On a naked white sheet
.'s We decided to change the cover a little bit Because we see the big picture Negroes and white folks buyin' this album Negroes and white folks buyin' this album
't stand pain Cop you some gators, drink champane Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet
under the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then
38 Magnum 16 bars of baggum let the hook toe tag 'em Murder any MC throw 'em in that white wagon Let him die and come back look at 'em he white flaggin
mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like Bitches only feel your shit just a lil bit *****z only feel your shit just a lil bit On my album
the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like Bitches only for your shit just a lil bit Niggaz only for your shit just a lil bit On my album
6 foot 3. ready for my bitch crocadile sheet never met a girl aint f*ck first week you never seen a g throw a $10,000 white minc on tha floor live on
all can't stand pain Cop you some gators, drink champane Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet
everyday, I put new shoes on my feet Sugar brown ladies or red bones on my meat I'ma skip with the rub or not, on my sheets And ride with a big fo'-five
