down for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I bust rounds for my bitches Fuck them other bitches I'm gone clown for my bitches Fuck them other bitches It's
down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what? Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what? I die for my
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
posse's rollin' tonight, nigga are you down?" I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back I
sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint 'Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein' me I got the Bentley
B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin' here Classic shit Murder Inc. Ja, B. Brown, Murder It's that real shit, Rule, baby Bring it back my
wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga
' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Me breakin' down, me breakin' down Me breakin' down
, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c
drops on table) [Coinciding With 50 Cent's Intro on 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin'] [Scarface] It's your worst day, run and tell somebody It's your worst day. It's
top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper real for stacks Leaving kids
and my associates So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga We the Mobb
, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation, Cenilish born represents my young nation and I'm facin' oposition in every form so my man choose squad's
' silly nigga but they are You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car My decor might be Levi's and a A-R 15 G's in my pocket just to play
got my man C with me from Fort Greene Al Capone, D Creative G, and peep my man named B Ready to peel caps like potatoes Kev and Akinyele's on the lookout
explode Man, I wish a bitch would try to get me for some child support I'll stuff my foot up her ass, like a super sport Down shit, Pound shit, gangsta Forever, whenever, however, down for
