Aw shit, we done did it again From ATL to the new, but still breakin 'em in Playin to win, fire hot, burnin ya skin Platinum hit number two, y'all made
time man Y'all niggaz think this shit is easy Niggaz struggle for this shit right here man Listen to this man Aye yo, they got me poisoned like ivy Y'all
run your kicks Go on y'all can have my flow I extort y'all hoes for all y'all dough And by now I think all y'all know Who's the winner, still champ by
, guess who I saw (Who?) Black and [unverified] now, ain't this proper Guns drawn full of [unverified] toward the helicopter Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered Body all battered, and clothes all
for Pregnant? What're you talking about this for Fifteen, she's underage that's raw And against law 5 years or more Now she wants a score and half of a draw
motherfuckers knock each other unconscious Some of these crowds that Slim draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw
Ah yeah, yo! This song is dedicated to all the happy people All the happy people who have real nice lives And have no idea whats it like to be broke as
Banks, Buck Marley Young Buck, Curtis Interscope Jackson Shady Aftermath" Mathers Olivia, O. Trice, Stat Quo We gonna keep getting this money Y'all rappers gonna keep hating, fuck y'all Y'all
bible Chorus: 2X [Eminem] *yawns* Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated it takes six minutes to get applause (yay) And by the time you all
Clap Your Hands [Jadakiss] Yea Yo Guns Gone Clap Packs Gone Move Blood Get Drawn Skin Gone Bruise Real Gone Win and Fake Gone Lose The Love Over Powers They Hatin' By Twos All
intentions of giving it Them niggas is sending warnings, he isn't listening Tomorrow morning they buss in his front door And a swarm of muthafuckers with guns drawn
you be payin' the price catch you at the dice game blow you out the frame crack cheater, cause my niggaz is grimy all we really luv is reffer Iraq, the
the slums that created the bass that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at Draw they guns
nigga bottom line is bye-bye if you out of line wit him Itemize y'all deaths in, chronological order Those either gon' support him or idolize All you
is sticky from the second-hand smoke From outta the guns they busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, come get me He is quick on the draw, same nine that I used When
' the price Catch you at the dice game, blow you out the frame Crack cheater 'cuz my niggaz is grimy All we really luv is reffer Iraq, the name alone
Derelicts of dialect Dangerous environment Lone star, no law will ever slow my hand So far, quick draw, quit while you can Quicksand suffocates and draws
sun rays Stay and paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day Engaged