your life defending... All that remains Drowning in flames The same old story But the names have all been changed The fatal mistake you made Was of all
Yeah, see it's that It's that 'Blueprint 3' shit, right here It's that 'TM 103' shit, right here You ready? You ready, Hov? Let's go! Hands up! Allow
lamped like precussions of action Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains
25% of all men are unstable 25% of all men can't be faithful 30% of them don't mean what they say and 10% of the remaining 20 is gay That leaves you with
that you love me so much boy i hate that you hurt me so much boy i hate that you love me so much boy i hate that you hurt me so much boy i hate that
fuck with me [Benzino] Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that
Out-Verse 4 That's why I'm here, hit them down with than AK leavin' bodiez str8 down in the wrong day. All you niggaz if you wanted that shit, can't
get 'em off, finish, anyone pray, but fact that you shiver proper. But yo' pants have reached chest, Flesh get 'em off finished. (Chorus) Verse 3: Stand up in that
mo thug is that shit that we roll with tha murda we told ya rollin blowin indo we go Than get stopped, we all thug(yeah) Ready to bust on anything
keeps, most people pray that We all make it up out this godforsaken place that we've been all faced with We take our chances but they all wasted And
And fuckin wit these thugs, nigga That's in my blood You wonder why us niggas be hustelers And out there slingin' drugs, nigga That's in my blood That drug money, stuff that
I ain't trying that) you wont make a fool of me (so you can forget that) but I will remain a lady thats how my mama raised me take the stripes that
or Lil' Wayne And I'm a fan of 'em all But the fact still remains - that I won't 'Cause we tryna create our own lane I swear to God that I will never
out the lows And I think it?s time that I propose Let?s make a toast to the dickheads that boast ?cause we get bread toast to the bad b-tches that sh
the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Mic check 0 1 2 3, I dona??t freestyle
Lock that fuckin' door, yo Lock all that shit Y'all muthafuckas can't hold me back Holdin' gats drunk off of cognac Laughin' at life and how my goal
'all in trouble now (Now now now) If y'all ain't ready (Ready) Better find your door It's time to go And y'all gotta get out All up in the wheels and
summers if they should down me Everybody around us become one for that day To live life get your shit right and play Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that
