. i guess i should just keep walking. maybe she was out of her mind, swinging her fists just for fun. instead of talking you scream and push him down. today on miller st
me. i guess i should just keep walking. maybe she was out of her mind, swinging her fists just for fun. instead of talking you scream and push him down. today on miller st
't even try son Hey yo, Pizzone I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle
left eye, murder sit down like ryerson You wanna dis, don't even try son Hey yo, Pizzone - I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on 50 mill strong
Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse The stockin's was hung by the chimney with care With hopes that St.
yay But man hunny better pay me paper man Man I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man Mmm, you can find me, in St
as long as you just play your part Just play your part Just play your part We'll be cool as long as you just play your part [Meek Mill] I say, how can
think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause Flesh be lovin' this money, this money I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.
go live Come from work on 26s, that shit no photo Only nigga in a Maybach that fucking with gold 1st nigga in the city put the mind on folds 1st nigga
thick luxurious thighs I been after yo? *** since I been *** with Grand master flash and furious 5 When I was bumpin? Melly Mel Before I was makin? hella mills
it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa It ain't nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up St. Lunatics- I'm the first to
spendin' my way But man hunny, better pay me paper man Man, I'm a honey mackin', Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man You can find me in St
Hotlanta 'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "Country Grammar" Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer Chorus [Nelly] Let's show these cats to make these milli
green that I can?t open up my eyelids Wake up in London, go to sleep on Atlanta time Still my paint got more candy then your Valentine For 5 mill I
Remind me of the times I was servin' them base lines Only Puerto Rican in Harlem, now that?s stardom Ghetto celeb, I been since I was younger 100 mill
strikin' but Joshua gone away Joshua gone Barbados staying in a big hotel People on St Vincent got many sad tales to tell The sugar mill owner told the
smack, ohh snap heard herb Should talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd Stop lyin' lie for what
I pound it on my chest Compton is where we do it all day G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my way? "Get Revenge" is the motto Crack sacks to, pull jacksta, down St
