last Until I pass, I'ma make the cash Me, Chamille, and Magno Grind hard everyday for the cash flow I pull up in the jag slow, it's M.O.B. until I go
do it Do it, put my mind to it until we get high Gimme some of that good stuff Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special Gimme somethin' that'll do it Do it
bucks, you know what, you too blind to see, left behind who you are, for what you tryin' to be, so all you really know, is them lies you read, it?s apparently
bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like guru Check the mic one, two make sure it's on When I bring it to your headquarters, word is bond Heads
he stole You see him in them orange clothes, you'd swear he's evil He's had sticky fingers since he was a kid If it wasn't nailed down considered it
'm always told. red right, white left, famous or nameless, what'll it be? cover your mouth when you cough, who farted? all this fashion is making me sick
on they mind like a prophecy now come and get it y?all Don't stop, baby don't quit We came to rock the block and move it It?s non-stop with the heat
is boring Let's make dirty babies until the morning Love sick how much deeper still can this get? Show me where it hurts and let me kiss it Je joue
when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you got a brand new team No triple beams it
you wanna do ( what you wanna do nigga) [mac] Now what y'all mean, niggas on my team, they all about the cream And my enemies, we take it to extreme
't loving them hoes My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes Do y'all know what's up with this Mac nigga, feel it To all the bitches, hoes and all
been a mistake Picking up Paul in the U-Haul Danadar let me out it's hot back here (chorus) well this may not be what we expected But soon all our problems
all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home Bumpy ripping everything known, block
corrupt The governments don't care, they pass the buck I'm growin' tired of the trickery And the misery, it's makin' me kinda sick you see But now I
A. Fuck you to the bush, fuck you to the America Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice muthafuckas and fuck yah Fuck y'all, punk gay sensitive little dick bastards, 2paclypse Muthafuckin' know, y'all
blink be sick (Oh) Nigga all of our love is for the chips And I don't chase hoes, just pesos and bricks Nigga let me sum it up Y'all niggas is dumb
no confessions I don't know what it is that's livin in my nightmares I don't know what it is that's bringin all these night scares All i knowin is