killa Sweet Jones Story Know what I'm talking bout? P-I-M-P I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know
a killa Sweet Jones Story Know what I'm talking bout? P-I-M-P I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know
aside But you know as well as I know that you don't wanna die I give ah fuck about your crew what they wanna do Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps we cock straps
the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black gat Who out there? I swear
popped I love the titty bars, I love my niggaz, pa Dipset, Pimp Squad, yo, let's get it, pa Yeah, already trill niggaz in this bitch U.G.K., know what
and a dog know whatta brotha wanna do right and i membicate involve da backseat sreen livin like a p.i.m.p. remanisin in the all black lonte c.a.d.i.double l a.c
cause y'know who I am The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a damn I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram I pimp across the land Better
my shine We talking cash, nigga 'Cause I tussle on the mind I'm talking cash, nigga I'm talking cash, nigga I'm talking cash, nigga I'm talking cash
I shoot I never miss And if I played the bass I'd probably pluck it like this... People wanna know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care So I keep my thoughts
plots and plans, pots and pans Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man I walk the streets in peace and I'm never strapped But I know a crew of
the stack And the game that I spit'll put your bitch on the back I'm dressed to kill I love to style I'm the mc you know hoe check my file The big-lip
my cannon on me Dont forget the dope 'cause I'm a lay you where you standin' homie Hoe if you know me, you know what I'm about Act like a snake bit my
a fuckin' hood yo [Chorus] [T.I.] I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+ I'll knock ya
I'ma mourn you, till I join you, up in heaven Mean while, I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh [Chorus - 2x] R.I.P., I be forever repping S.U.C. Until
guns But I see you with no straps like low-top Air Force Ones And U hollerin bout money ain't got no funds And U rappin on beats using pots for ya drums
N Chevy's- 'member Me- I'm The One That's Creased- Old English Letters On My Crisp Red Tee.... [Davina:] I See You Papi- U Know U Lookin' Good- I Love
s- 'member Me- I'm The One That's Creased- Old English Letters On My Crisp Red Tee.... [Davina:] I See You Papi- U Know U Lookin' Good- I Love To See
know as well as I know That you don't wanna die I give's ah fuck about your crew What they wanna do Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps We cock straps
