your wives I keeps it live with word manipulation It's the Dog Eat Dog Roguish Armament invasion All across the nation and around the world People are getting live
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this muthafucka Bitches on your dog
, celebratin' living life Blowing big, feet landed down in the sand, YMCMB nigga, rich gang Hey hey, I'm gettin' money on the streets Hey, you niggas don't know how to eat
-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night time talking off your tight Have have a ''G'' night night Getting
to last To the point ah no return tryna' get the cash Feel mo' wrath, murda on the government War for the niggas on the streets It'll be no peace till the top dog eat
why you give them ploys Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap But what about that little nigga running the streets Making a living
phony as the next dude You fuck wit me, I'ma send your ass to Neptune You can only hate me dog but you can't play me dog You best respect Facemob, bitch
don't live it on regrets I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a threat I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life
got goin' to war money That P and that dog money, we still in the front of the store, money And if anybody slip, they getting sent to the morgue, money Dog
fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name is Man, we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers over here Rapping for real, eat
chills Yo son we gotta make them deals For ten mill's so we can pay them bills You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live Be what we wanna
dogging on a private flight Popping bottles, celebrating living life Blowing big, freelander down ? YMCMB n-gga, rich gang [T-Pain - Chorus] [Mack Maine] Ugh, big dawg shit n-gga I'm on my feet like dog
riding through my town, got the key to my city All the ten more things, brand new in a minute Every nigga in this motherfucker know me dog Living legend
on my vocal cord clarity Hell, no, I can't front, I been at the crib, G-ing Slapping poontang, trying to be the mack pappy 40 dog and pina colada peeing
the police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live
want? Mo' cash and mo' bitches What a nigga need? No foes and no snitches How a nigga live? High speed on the grind And how a nigga die? Getting shot
