Pimpin Aint EZ, I got money, I got cars, Still fuckin with them hood superstars, Spend a hundred grand over by the bar, Like Pimpin Aint EZ Verse 1
What? All Over A Motha Fuckin Chain. Niggaz Trying To Kill Me. Kid-Nap My Nigga. But It's All Good Though. I Thought I'll Never Have To Shoot A MuthaFucka
3) A n!gga shoot at me, so u know im shootin back! Live by the gun, Imma die by the gun (x3) A n!gga shoot at me, so u know im shootin back! V.1: Just
I am not a human being [Verse 1:] Re, Re, Reporting from anotha world Look up in the sky and see me courting wit a cova girl She know that is fly after
ggas that struggle we up tonight And all the girls around the world going out tonight Take a shot make toast we up for life, and we up [Tyga - Verse 1
) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1
more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Murder 1
Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a towel [Method Man] Fo' we gun down [Verse 1:] [Redman] Yo
Five years together, right? [Fox] Damn, seem like forever [Jay-Z] We trade shots [Fox] We spray blocks [Jay-Z] And we never fail [Fox] Yeah, but we stay hot [1
time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah! now! ... Uh! Yeah, this is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis, PSK for the 9-5 shot y'all! Break it down! We up out
Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet. Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet. Uh uh uh. Verse 1 *(Swoop G)* I hits the corner on three Daytonaz wit
playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot
the big shot, I was juss flat droppin g bannos on the ground, be down, that's one of my shit, an get shot, only the baddest bitches jock, get chosen
niggaz in the industry) The highest niggaz in the industry, 40 Water, you drunk like me? (Numskull you numb like me?) Well lets get keyed. Verse 1
nuh head, why yuh spreadin ruma? Yuh story dem nuh logic cau yuh only a assuma (Kill yuh gooba) Yuh nuh hear seh dat we get we gun diploma Shot will mek
'd be cover of these magazines Fresh from a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline I went to BET from running around with Mack machines Busting shots and ducking shots with killers
[Verse 1] Bae-bay! Baby! I'm right where I wanna be. Bae-bay! Baby! Don't let love make a fool of me! Hey, I really want it. Hey, I really need it. Oh