up the suicide doors, So you can see my teddy bell (?) shoes, Headline news, Teddy Pain is in the fucking building, And now i done got my money right,
Then, there are the times in my life When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'
Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, All right Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my
why I can't figure for the life of me You'd want to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists Gun slingers Glock cocked and diamond ringers My
it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull
' to you I get money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money, money Nigga, I don't trust a soul so I ride alone I keep my eyes in my
was remote controls Now my whole life remote control, hit the block Dope control, got ghetto corners choking slow Grand mama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh This one's for my
streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleevea Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breakin' my
, "Every day I wake up hopin' to die" She said, "Nigga, I know about pain 'cuz Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn't rape us Before I was a teenager
me to slang my dummies I got to put em in the mission for money And I better run I'll grab my gat and flip it wit big shot guns When I'm gone
so hungry. But now thank The Lord, my thugs we got money We got money, hey. We got money to parlay, we got money to parlay Watch if I miss ya, hit chya
My mother dropped in the water My sister was damn fast Heather was right behind ya Cassie, that's my little sister My father loved you like the only child Funny, he ain't
do yo'self a favor, and bitch go get my money. And nigga don't try the blues wit' me 'cause I can't feel ya pain. Nigga, you know what happens when the
't give me a lift And now I'm poppin' my Cris, you niggas all on my dick I wanna change the world, you wanna change ya life I wouldn't put up a fight
lower body tellin' the Lord That he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil But I'm comin' with my people ain't no sequel Ain't no women ain't no vessels
'm stacked and ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my
be out here trippin'/ Cause that's the Thugs way, and if ya got a problem I suggest you walk on/ Money, money, money (Money, money) is all I'm really
wouldn't give me a lift And now I'm poppin' my cris You niggas all on my dick I wanna change the world You wanna change ya life I wouldn't put up a fight
