I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now but I gotta make sure I'm right and girl you damn right, if your head right I'll be there every
parkin' lot You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for Zone 3 4, 5 and 6 as well as 1, Atlanta, I'm forever, son Still be on whatever coast, grindin
but we dont really care i continue gettin mine cuz this my 9 to 5 Chorus. all day this my 9 to 5 still livin all that i like grindin makin money
up I see some haters grilling I see some ladies chilling I see dat girlie I been plottin' to get You can hop in the whip And we go Pump p-pump pump it up O K
system at least twice a day I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him "Money" for short I phone him up at
off me I must be invincible wit Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (All the way) In this world I'm simply tryna get rich and make a livin' [Verse 6: Krayzie] I ain
them too Ya damn right I shoot If a nigga run up on you I'ma get him and I spill like I s'posed to do And If I roll wit you Ima be that little nigga off
you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I
I like your style, your grace, your face You tasting better than the icing on the cake And if I say I'll drink your bath water, huh You know I'm drinking
so i bussed out tha doe, started shootin at that bitch and tha 1st bullet missed, but tha next 5 hit so i cut tha lights off, then i crouched down ta
stop when i pull up And my pants sag low like i was rockin a pull-up When i stop and i pull up ima be already full of Vodka I keep that in my cup a bay
hundred g's and I need good homes. And I had to get a 4-1-1 900 before I let her get a number to my phone- I'm so cold even if my gutta' chicken ain'
every hood that I've been around 84th, just seen to the buggie down Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down Niggas know I got love, niggas know I
beans ,shawty cold shawty clean, blame this on my rappin dream, i call em record deals, shiny ass rolemodel, 20k fa remy bottles, thats that white clear shit, i
5 hours What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you a story) [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break
Come on 1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh 1, 2, 1, 2 Mr. Meth and Doc 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 DJ scratch on the track 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2 Break your motha fuckin
I'm lookin for her I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp i'm throwin it up I'm lookin for her I'm lookin for her Verse 1: (T.I.) See me when I walk in
of childhood i did Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it We grew
