let me pin that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game Let me put you on the game, let
away, from a fan When you hear it then you know you the man you dope [Juan] Niggas feel me intrevenously The inhale the realness that they leave in me
this check I'm chasin (chasin) Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow) It ain't no problem, I got it, my following got me (got me
trousers slung low 'cause his pockets stay swoll' Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go VIP at the club, backstage at the show The best crib, the best
potato world Sizzling in some beef full of grease like jheri curls Shout out to DJ's who kept it real Shook a few in the thou', but some never broke the seal
I usually avoid any kind of confrontation, conversation, in moderation Lips sealed but my fingers are flying And hours the hours pass, they grow more
thing not doing, but dealing, sealing fates And healing struggle gaped wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time, I had to find the best
this is war It doesn't matter whose right It's whose left I have simple tastes I'm only satisfied with the best And Oscar said it best Nothing succeeds
kitchen tile. Never liked him since the day he try to play me foul. Tried to bite me, stab a stake knife in his head. So much for that mans best friend
me where I sleep Turn, turn, turn again Say, one of your friends is in trouble deep Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind Tell me the trouble, tell me
at the king's right knee, ''sir patrick spens is the very best seaman That ever sailed upon the sea.'' The king has written a broad letter And sealed
the Y Z Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in so I
from afar and said 'Wait!" Got out the car, opened the gate, walked in the house, And her fucking ex sealed my nigga's fate. That was my best friend,
wanna hear Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss Bombs in the mail, sealed with
stop my shine Let me confront, the ultimate sin You're ready to die, but I'm dying to live VERSE 2: The hustler's theme Caught in-between greed and the best
know You wanna go to war, bop You wanna hear the 44 pop You wanna see the gun that will make More than just your jaw drop You wanna mess with the best
s Now MLK in my SUV Pigeons jockin' me, they wanna ride wit' me You gotta be down ho, like Bobby Brownin' wit' me I'm not gorilla pimpin' but I keep them killas wit' me
go by me a check with my bitches welfare check And if I hurt her feelings who gives a fuck I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover I keep