bad bitch, I'm gone need ha, and after a nigga fuck ha, damn right I'll feed ha; MJ dem my people, 8ball you trill, three 6 I don't fuck with them, that
twist. fuck you bitch I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch roman gold shine so hard niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit I don't trip
Smoke, Dont Smoke... I Just Want The Paper I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper [Verse 1: 8ball] M-E-M-P-H-I-S I'mma
battle them, but I really don't give a shit ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... [Aceyalone] nigga who's you? niggas you's crazy nigga you have things to do yourself and I couldn't
we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers You stick around and watch my money lay ya And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel On the way
never been a liar If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you manana You don't want no problems You don't want no drama Nigga I'm a take a trip with your
up Dazzle and razzlin broads like I'm little Juan Magic Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop Top drama every time these commas don't drop Pop spots
momma wouldn't leave me She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her when she ain't needin'
them hornet Boo-yah, can't wait to do ya, straight through ya At the funeral, to do who ya, never knew ya Who care? Ya'll don't care, we don't care What
be judged by twelve than carried by six Cause I'm gettin major Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's
hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8
the fliest hoes Everywhere we go I skate an escapade in my escalade Ballin? my life away [8ball:] Yeah Nigga!!! Me and Breeze in the Hummer Niggaz don?t want drama
Hear you now a story of good and evil for evil flourished everywhere but one hope though don't bother calling for help, it will just cut short our
you pigs can't flush me [1:] It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me {what
a PIMP, so I give a fuck about a BITCH But I don't make 'em trick, I'm RICH (whoo!) I don't need the chips, they don't walk the strip But I could spit
pull my pistol fuck you nigga yo mom ain't rise you right Game tight, me and Lil Wheezy keep this rap shit tight Gone be a boss balla all my fuckin life 8
you don't got no doe then I can't relate Switch gravitate to my flossin' style, see my glimps of my goldin' smile You want to ball like me and Boo, watch
