who got a back when ya down? (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [Master P] Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy I ain't even trippin if y'all fools
of stories for my celly Return trips with chips strapped to her belly Meet her at the telly, collect my fee While your counting from the pen, I'll hit y'all up at
my wrist man that wasn't meant All this ice I got them hoes crazy Keep the cat but I'll take some head baby Last chance you better jump in this mercedes
five Well, she looked at him standing there and expecting And a thousand memories flashed through her mind So she picked up pen and turned the paper over And this
gonea?¦ What will I doa?¦(baby)Now that your gone(gone) your gonea?¦ Doing this right now hurts my heart by putting this
Knowing they'd remain the boss, knowing he would pay the cost They saw he was severely reprimanded In the blackest cell on A block He hanged himself at
wrong spot. Still huustling... BOSSS [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Yeah... You gotta pay for this, I remember when I used to pray for this. This, this is classic, So this
high-post with low income Check this out -- when y'all go around to the corner y'all gonna check out another episode Go like somethin like this.. [
who got a back when ya down? (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [Master P] Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt
(Intro) Game Time, Lil' Romeo, Lil' D, 2 Way All the girls gonna be at the playground So y'all know where I'm gonna be at Holla (chorus) If you feeling
feed me energy I keep it moving with the force of a crane where the steel ball's just swinging at the end All it takes is one pen to tap these words out
happen all this shit in this 'cuz of platinum hits Little man be the shit, Funkey Mama represent It ain't never been no different and we got witnesses You account for all
the price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I told you I'm raw white When I'm on this mic, the mourn at Knight Don't wanna see mornin' light
seventy-five cents Well, I looked at her standin' there expectantly And a thousand memories flashed through my mind And so I picked up the pen, and turnin' the paper over This
. I'm in control of nothing. Follow You at any cost. Some call it sovereign will, all I know is You the boss. And man I'm so at ease. I'm so content.
can't stop talkin' bout that pen My best friend, but time destroys all men Now he don't give a fuck about goin' again It ain't all good, but I ain't missin
wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh I wonder if it's a heaven for all the drug dealers For all
...tilt it..and drink the flem/ She's STILL scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10/ At least in my book...which isn't all that well read, but it's been said