River City. Why sure I'm a billiard player, Certainly mighty proud I say I'm always mighty proud to say it. I consider that the hours I spend With
back to that bakin' soda On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster I talk slick and I'
right now I know it's hard to talk about You gotta keep going on with your life Letting it out Let it go Let it go I know it's hard But you should
out your mind Try to replace bad times with smiles Let it out Out right now I know it's hard to talk about You gotta keep going on with your life Letting
which I hit my stride I don't know why I just can't Get it all together sometimes But I not one to whine I'll just keep holdin' on this roller coaster
of fifteen cents And now you tryin to front on my jewels and my mint, motherf.. You make me wanna hurt somethin Word to God, I'ma beat you like you stole somethin But I
tools For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D F For whateva time I got left, I'ma holla and scream D F I know a whole lot of brothers in
Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind Walkin' the line like cash, I'm on my mash Two
you in the bizag I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank Fist stealin' 5, ready till 5, blowin' dank An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen
right around the same time that nobody was beatin the biz Had that, and I know you got soul On a tape that I made, recorded em off a (?) show I was addicted
take what's given That's your decision, I just don't consider that living If I'm to die whether or not I try I might as well let the dice fly I'm hot
's go Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about It's like this y'all come on This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen
Well, come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, wassup nigga? First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West
, bitch You ain't got my money I might go, everybody go tonight bitch I gotta be cold like a snake 'cause nigga these days I playa hate But I keeps that
know I keeps it gangsta (Woo) You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo) Holler at me (Ooh ooh ) Yeah, uh, come on With so much drama in the NYC I'm tryin' to
take a taste Switch it up I got my hands on your waist We whylin' out, we all over the place I'm holdin' on with a strong embrace You holdin' on and tryin' to keep
I sue, I won't get nothin back But I ain't mad I'm just black I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh I want to be free! Ohhh yeahhh I want to be free! Ohhh
bank style Sit and chill a while, wait a minute yo we blows big nigga Sip on bottles with funny names, holla holla Deep in this thang, keep it simple