I left the crib with 10 grand, bought a hundred pair I'm the coach, I can show you how to be a player Five-eight's is the fitted, bitches love my hair
won't let you How can I show that I love you so? And I care about everythang that happens to you So tell me do you have someone who you can call on? Do
this is ya loss Gilligan Sounds simila I'm not feelin' 'em Get the bars like Venus in Wimbelon While I'm in them fly whips five Will and 'em On some
tryin to do me like kim, throw me behind bars What am I gonna do? [Redman] Fuck that I'm comin With a gun like willis so you could feel drummin I creep
But it don't seems to matter 'cause my shit get fatter and fatter I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya How does it feel with the face full of
Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar School scholars on knowledge to move dollars I do gotta
? Especially for niggaz that will pay no Attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all Wonderin' how it's activate real quick So that then I could grow about five
won't come through And take any motherfuckin' thing you do got We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw I'm whoopin' them drawers off, takin
a natural disaster, As I crack ya, ass like cheap blastas, Rhyme mic bash ya, while my tongue lash ya, With the rhyme rules I crash ya, leave ya like
sky, you can't lie I know you feel it when it Sittin' on the hill, countin' my dough Milllion two, million three, million four Five million, six million
Tryin' to puzzle how to smuggle my fam like antiques Been on the hottest corners in the bronx for weeks Do I trust you? Do you want this as bad as me? Do
use to run into traps Still a soldier do to war if you running your trap About my girls ain't no thing to put you under the map Walk the streets five
No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck with 'em I'ma shit every time that I hear bang, bang And make ya
do it big (do it big), to sum it up (yeeaaaaaaa) We just wanted it, tha come up [Petey Pablo] I aint got time to be bothered with ya'll I got a hundred
say this shit quite frankly I give a fuck when free stylers step up I don't do it, tell you 'bout it on the next cut 'Cause right now we gotta feel
out there player so Ain't no reason for you to fuck ya best friend Or ya cousin or ya brother's girl Get ya own bitch, mayn, you know what I'm sayin'?
we always do, a stack (Gettin' money) Gettin' money (Gettin' money) Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory (Fuck a secret indictment, all I do
down I tear this whole shit down They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this