& nothin' less Still I'm sellin 'caine & sess Played the trumpet, played the flute Please don't be afraid to shoot SPM, mean Carlos Coy. Whatcha say mom? "That's my boy" Now I'm
ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin' I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab A young
grit Shit, I couldn't stop if I wanted to I'm warnin you I'm dispatchin, I get a little warmer than you Grey skies are callin you, I'm all in you Up in
I have to wonder How I keep from goin' under, I'm a bad muthafucka I fall to my knees, thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to gang
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Liffy stokes is a hustler and Twista is a balla I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Them niggas
disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin I'm leanin on a switch sittin crooked in my slab But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab A young
I seen her I knew I couldn't live without her Well now she swore shed love me al of her life And I knew I'd do the same God damn I don't even remember
to think about) I'm a get to the money (money) I'm a get to the money (money) [Verse 2: Al Pac] I'll leak you dude, what it do, fuck these chickens,
and then you out of it, permission to quit I mean right, I keep the green light specials Half price a slice, you blink twice I done picked up the dice I'm
twirl (Gangsta) Mobbin' through the hood, I need a gangsta girl Doll-E Girl, where you at, homegirl, hit me back I got a 12-pack in an Al Green sack Slow
thing, beautifulest thing haa I wanna thank you for my life so beautiful indeed Introducing - Liquid Beats, North Philly..huu I?m so blessed in every way Lord you
I know by the year 1999, I'm gone shine The bumping kid gone recline Cause I'ma grind all the way to the summer Then I'ma backdo' with the low Pro Yokohama
) I Need Bud (While I Ball In Parlay) I Need Bud (When I Hit The Highway) I Need Bud (And Stay Swissa My Way) I Need Bud [S.P.M:] I Need Bud In The Suds
, from out the dungeon Say goodbye to ya love one, you can't run from, the dum-dum Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for
I just love the music Like my heart or my brain Couldn't live with out it That's impossible mane (ooohhh yeah) I'm unstoppable mane From the bottom I
Of California Money over bitches That's M.O.B. And I'm still real and give you What you need You want rhymes, you want dimes, you wants gats, you want
changin' this Especially when you dicknotized off some good dick He can beat on you cheat on you and you still gon' stay Cause he fuck you right, apologize