but I hear you shut the door your story's straight but you're breathing fast and you give yourself away what you did what you said that's the moment
to Albany ? I see you Uncle Norman! Keep your family before friends Cause God is the only one that come before them You got a nephew? Well, go support him! You
y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you wanna dance, we dance Verse One: Mase Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase
about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT'S CRAZY) How you gon' hate what made you rich? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Life Stories, shit, it ain't goin' gold (OH THAT
smack your ass and break it off [P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all? [Rhymes] You need to take it off [P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on
and break it off [P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all? [Rhymes] You need to take it off [P. Did] In case you ain't knowin niggas we on a roll now [
task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold
Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck
city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend
blacked out impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck
you to grab a gun I get phone calls from condemned row Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen You
you for everything you got Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot I'm tryin' to tell you what's up You best to listen to this record
he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun "Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all But what's up with that six G's you owe me, man '
, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step
box cutter Ya heard what I say, ***? Did I stutter? With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out Coka baby, man, you know I already
them bouige bitches they don't know nothin 'bout you 'Cause you push a big black buick, so fresh, so clean on them trues Slum beautiful you's the would
that we won't forget One, Nine, Nine, Nine Anno Domini Anything goes Be what you want to be Long that you know Consequences are given for livin' The
) Long as you was ridin', you ain't need to have a gang (let's do it again) And even back then chicks was starvin' the church status (do it a) You even
