it takes to give it to you (Bust bust) I officially do it with duns on tour We lock down traps push caps galore My wiz cook work 'til it scale like
heated if you screw, bring it all back straight Rock on me, we pop homie, drink it all back straight Better warn me, ya Barreta on me Baby all 'dat hate
start to shoot Let's do it for the troops, it's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute, it's Young
runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all
't pin it, better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn When our
) We gon' be strugglin' forever, running forever The hood that I seein', it won't get no betta Until Armageddon goes down, it's not a legend It's kinda
up somebody, but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all? If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags,
Five Double-O, if you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top and lock the locks And cock the Glock, it'll make you want it Come get it, and while
it Click-click, muthafuckas, can you get with it? You ain't the nigga that you thought you was, fool And now I'm after that ass on the cool It's all
fade) Do it a . . Let's do it again . . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it
'm sayin'? Straight burn biscuits, baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son, no problem Creepin' it though, baby It'
really gon' let you go And I couldn't even leave my apartment I?m stripped down, torn up about it Now nothing feels right when I'm not with you Sick
sprinkling down girl bend over pick it from the ground And toss it up.. and watch em dollar bills come sprinkling down girl bend over pick it from the ground, and toss it
get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup And yo what, that's right, the God sick wit it Maybe before but right now the kid Louch forget it I'm the
-ore Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth, Make it bang, make it bounce, break it
what it do?) Who the biggest balla of them all (Soulja you the truth) Every time i step in the mall (it's a photo shoot) Girl get yo camera phone, it
they dont think i really be wet and my chevy shine stupid like i sprayed it with baggetts you gotta get on my level lil daddy step up your game I got speakers all