dubbz supporting her purple habits From light smokers to attitude Rest is doing their fabric 7-1 Berna girls, Step or call Castress [Hook: x2] I got purple in my hands
my entire crib is voice activated ?Television on?, ?Mr. Combs is home? Solar panel rooftop, my kitchen is chrome Dim the lights to a purple haze, then answer the phone Peep the moon through my
purple-urple You and Doggie world, come and join my circle I'll break down herbal 'til I move like a turtle My money is green and my Porsche is turbo
Money I told my team I got us man it's all on me Like volume two, B.G., I got my crew with me Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby, Nicki Every time
it's Staten Island New York the forgotten borough Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough Since the days of snatchin' Lee patches Stitching my name in my Kangols so my
on stage rocking with Young Money I told my team I got us, man it's all on me Like volume 2 B.G., I got my crew with me Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and
bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a team player Like the A-Team, nigga this the Yay Team, big work nigga They should wear it on my flat screen (Gudda
of my life in prison A classified mission on some James Bond **** 007 style, love to get some straight convicts Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my
hands in Brookland Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin' bastard Cryin', know my
they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss
I want to be? Chorus (David Byrne, The Crack Alley Children's Choir & Gift of Gab) People grow in my back yard In my garden, in my heart Pink and purple
blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another My brain and my self, we dont even know each other Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
a copy and let you know my job ain't sloppy Extort the industry 'cause Nicky Barnes is gonna be In charge of every label's distribution My street team
wit blickers nigga you'll sit in a pool (not water) Agua nada, you figure that my figures are cool Change my clothes for what, I switch up my jewels Ya
' like Good Game, I'm still in the hood man Drinkin' my purple stuff an' grippin' my wood grain I got hoes in area codes like Ludacris You think I'm trickin' my
on hand and hand, you get flashed Whatever you do, I stop your ass My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss A matter
I'll be back again (From the caboose) And now it's time to say goodbye, they should've turned me loose I was all about my team but now I call upon my
