aways just to lure a few customers in. Cocaine, Thats why its Bently Coupe time, D***, them ni**as tippin, look at the soup line. All day they be servin
up the bad money,put it in cruise Gots new jeans,suits and timbaland boots Get off em',92',all y'all ball You playin with me,yo,i'm ballin for all Chorus
, let's speed it up, y'all hear people talking 'bout Who high, who not, I'm back in Man, they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year Killa, yeah
's my year so It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain's was here I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real hoe I dont see
doing 2 in the feds.. just did 3 house arrest... When Black came out, after he did his year... Mel Murder did his year... SNAGZ! HE COMING HOME!
back like the Chicago Bulls We came a long way, you shouldn't have made a left When we made a right, you went the wrong way Now we comin' up, y'all
spent it all on my son took two years off but I still had fun been all around the world now I'm back where I'm from HOOK Chicago ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago
365 days in one year Dogg and about 85 bad bitches Over there up against the wall They all waitin' to be chose, clothes sweaty and shit But all dey wanna
money in Chicago, baby, St. Louie too I spend my money all around, now I'm feeling blue I spend my money down in Tucson and Memphis Tennessee I spend my money all
with Sunset Boulevard Johannesburg would be Miami Somalia like New York With the most pretty light The nuffest pretty car Ever New Year the African
light, the nuffest pretty car Ever New Year the African Times Square lock-off Imagine Lagos like Las Vegas, the ballers dem a ball Angola like Atlanta, a pure plane take off Bush Gardens inna Mali, Chicago
they say you are what you wear, I am Yves Saint Laurent mixing Martin Margiella catch me at the Montreyon fella I'm getting money thats why you all jealous
century! Some are willing to murder for a night out on the town. Others hang around you when there's lots of it around. But worst of all are people
hit the streets back in '81 Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears Where have I been for all these years
it Said, how you think they'll take it when I hear all about it Rebel Joe, Wighead Jane. Where will he go and where's the brain Este noche, enchillada, in Chicago
Let's get it homeboy (Aye) Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nuttin' new to y'all man (Aye) (Grand Hustle) (Come and kick it wit' me for a minute
or swoon Ruff or rugged, all I need is a broom If I slay the way they slay, punk, play the pay Mr. Morris has entered the buffet Some of y'all are sittin
all night, getting my money right Until the blue and white Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga know Slow motion better than It's all good