name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up
don?t get any sack yards b-tch i ball hard, breakin all the back boards pretty boy Floyd step up i will crack yours and even at the White House we pull up
stores And selling crack and running over school kids with your car So don't download this song The record store's where you belong Go and buy the CD
leave real soon And after that, I crack one more beer And after that, I just stare in the mirror And after that, I start freakin' out What the hell am
po-po a gang of henchmen Who resistin, quit trippin, I'm just tryin to earn a livin Tryin to go up against the system, keepin my ass up out of prison
milimeter heater/ Krayzie Bone, I was so happy to see him up outta prison, up at the phone/ And I'm a lit one more up to the sky, my fate/ I got my little
just topped it off, this shit here is fucked up You either, eat or you starve, rob or go get a job Break down to either wake up, hustle or pray to God
How the game go Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish (What the hell
dick How the game go Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell
can't move forward, So let's move on... Bye-bye. So go ahead, and hate me now For breaking-up on the phone. But I know that I'd crack if i saw your face
can't move forward, so let's move on, bye-bye So go ahead and hate me now For breaking up on the phone But I know that I'd crack if I saw your face
Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell
I'm here Yeah it's young Soulja TellEm I spit that crack I put it in the bag and I make that sale Young Soulja TellEm yeah I give them hell And I'm fly
You see it smash inside you crack You can't go on but you sweep it up Safe at last inside your private hell Sanity at last inside your private hell
out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh
for me I cracked my head and broke my I cracked my head and broke my I cracked my head and broke my heart And I don't feel the need to go on I was
you don't get any sack yards Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours And even at the White House we pull up
that C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Cut up, gettin