pimp has the perp pass, fly I gets high fuckin parachute got a new pair of coups sittin on a pair of boots. Focus on the guns that's a dunk or a ally
] Girl it ain't a lie U got them angel eyes U make me wanna bring out The devil inside The way U got that glow It's like U read my mind U got them
proud of what I did, and if I could go back in time I'd try to find another way instead of packing .9's Toting K's and holding MAC's But we know time
got this call from the N.Y. It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz
bad ass spit the same game to hoe's like da same clothes money bring power so we like da bankroll In my bed at night i cock and sit it next the lamp
I'm on another level, went head up with the Devil I never been a sucka, I always been a rebel What's your stompin' ground? What turf you from? What's
your dough Oh catch the b-b-blow From this forty-fo' Me I be so tr-tr-trill in this c-c-coupe deville So tr-tr-tryin' to s-s-stack up a m-m-mill Before
let that boy go again (Lil' Keke) It's time to lay it down, like cards on the table Big crib, watch ya gorgeous gal lickin' my navel Who's the man? And who's
Uptown is my home, that's where I do my dirt I either hurt or get hurt, it's me or you on that shirt Can't let no nigga fix me, can't let no nigga get
If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can'
love in me hoe Once I get that shit That plan in my head is to get richer Sittin' back countin' motzerella cheese That's the picture What's up,
so we proceed to take your fuckin' soul It's not a problem when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth That's what the devil's daughter do, now Fly what would
(all of your souls) It's not a problem when I buck you bitch,(I be buckin them suckas) I do it smooth That's what the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady
praise God and my clip So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's Give a FUCK what
) What turf you from? (turf you from) What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell) Speakin
it's Lemonade From Paris to the Palisades to the Promenade Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day That's the game we came to
the streets Out here livin' fast How long can it last? I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's For all the niggaz in the game that's been slangin
A M E that's my thang And it ain't no rules when you in this game G A M E that's my thang And it ain't no rules when you in this game G A M E that's
