you blast for me, put up the cash for me [La Femme Nakita] Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix For
award Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY 'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man You
bitch started yellin' raisin' hell in I probably gotta body or two to see tellin' But then yo a nigga just shot a cop Pig's blood on my clothes, pig's blood
sawdust I husk a bone on that ass with no exceptions Been ill since my conception, I've come for the collection Same old cash respecting bitches, I can
Grindtime (oh the mercy) Yo one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you
[Intro - DJ Khaled] I'm for real about this shit This the remix Let's go Remix Remix Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody
so much And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much While you was running round pumping for niggas I was listening and you still pumping for
nothing going down until I eat Motherfuckers think it's all about impressing bitches And stressing bitches, While I'm testing bitches game Undressing bitches and caressing bitches
the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the fuckin' floor Only the real mother fuckers belong I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song Bitch
[Tradegy Khadafi] Niggas scared to pull a hit for shit, my team will know a bitch sniffer pyriamid off a dollar bill, she will, 97 to the hill get
' heroin supplier I'm a ruff ryder on a low dawg No phone calls, got my shit wired I'm a ruff ryder, bust for my niggas Hush for my niggas, all of us
bitch dead (On my bathroom floor) Another bitch dead (on my bathroom floor) Another bitch dead (In my bathroom) Find me, deep in the night I be thugging Another bitch dead (On my bathroom floor) Another bitch
Watchin' you remove all your little clothesies for bed I crashed through your window and land on your head Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone And now I must leave mothers calling
the time 'cause he's my motherfucking enemy number 1 Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs The shit you call air, but I call it death '
, Get a gun off the street, because he was treated so awfully, One bullet for her, one bullet for him, Crimes of passion, ain't no more pullin' for them
move Im comin for your soul And i thought u knew Niggas betta run N hope that they neva get found Face down on the ground That will teach u for
a place for busta niggas like ya'll But I heard it's pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall Too late for that 911 call, this murder's already
blown Hope to get my thing on no matter what block or or street you kick it throughout the world its the same song (so the Mobsters just flame on) For