else? My vitals telling me you're creeping Finding numbers in your jeans You're talking in your sleep Faded letters written by me 'GHETT-O-U-T' No more
thug Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra I know you love it when I rhyme proper Man I'm still t-h-u-g-g-e-d-o-u-t Iraq to QB Mobb deep in jersey
skeet Naw thats tha other man Cuz my skeet never LEAKED OUT THIS RUBBER mayne TNA ain't workin' niggas DNA That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&J Fake
stop ya We working out the building I started the beats, coming up out of the building Nigga, 2E and the building 700 The Bronx Tenements, where I came up Ain't
top is like home sweet home Y'all ain't ready for it Queen bee,y'all ain't ready for it Y'all ain't ready for it Y'all ain't ready for it Y'all niggas
I could, 'cause if you see things Like I see things that I'ma die in the hood Motherfucker, understand it's full service to you I don't smoke the weed if it ain't
but money ain't one of 'em D 12's and up, thats our M O Tell me what you know 'bout a jet ski Limo Waterproof knockin' it, ain't no stoppin' it Automatic
it gets ugly, and the hood loves me And your chick know me, plus your man owes me That clown don't pay They straight killin' homie Y'all don't gotta
's all fogged up, face me baby Put your fingers in my mouth, let me taste the gravy Reunited, feel good, real good, squeeze me I tell you that I love you but you wouldn't
ain't one of them V12's and up, that's our ammo Tell me what you know about a jet ski Limo Waterproof knock in it, ain't no stoppin' it Automatic respect
Cristals won't cancel Seagrams Yo, N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz on the run eatin' No matter if you're still treatin' N O R E, Nore stands for niggaz
Yeah uh yeah Cho. we came here to rock the spot tonight alright and u can smoke ur smoke or drink ur drink cuz bitch it's alright(alright)2x Verse
.A I'm gonna hit the highway on my Harley, do about 38 Nothin' else but take it easy Any woman that won't please me, I'll give her up Anythin' that won't
the Rolls to match it Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap Make my bitch walk the strip with no shoes on her feet Don't front for me, you kids is
America) Don't live at all (Philly, Manhattan, yo, Washington) (Let's get the party started) Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, bust rounds by the thirty thirty Frontin' niggas y'all don't
and bitches we been killin' snitches (Oh) Work? Fuck the Feds, nigga we livin' (Oww) Yo, ask me twice I ain't neva been nice Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't
guns don't go off Until they say, "Lights, camera, action" Yo Swizz, tell them niggas, eat a dick Gun up in your face, bitch, that way we don't miss
through that door Well, hello T R O U B L E Tell me what in the world you doin' A L O N E Yeah, say hey good L double O K I N G Well, I smell T R O
