match and I held it up to a candle, I just lit a match and I burned myself out. What's in her name, tell me what does her name mean. When she plays with fire
just how crunk this shit be once we get rich 'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone Fifty
on my lap and said to me "I'm twenty three and I need someone You look like someone who could Play with me stay with me, all day with me" 'Cause I'm
or die bitch Chop or get chopped hoe B.G. split or get split Play tha game how it go Shootin tha drop somethin' Glock or pop somethin' AK wit' fifty
s sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with
the world And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls I'm a soldier don't get it twisted, get your wig split Fifty millimeter shells
the public to safe bug this But just think, I played y'all like a bunch of puppets You play Russian Roulette with a musket, and got busted in your own nugget A twenty-one gun salute with
the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with
world And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls 'cause I'm a soldier don't get it twisted Get your wig split Fifty millimeter shells
and rockin it up to tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro roll through the town talking shit, get your wig split especially when fucking with
into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My peoples if you with
on my lap and said to me "I'm twenty three and I need someone You look like someone who could play with me Stay with me, all day with me" 'Cause I'm
just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.. Fifty
world And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls Cuz I'm a soldier don't get it twisted Get your wig split Fifty millimeter shells
s sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with
Your raps need that Midas touch while mines rhymes It's suicide fuckin' wit me, believe it I'll tuck the fifty cal now cause some niggaz tried to get me Split
