past recounts of a time when... you fucking mattered our respect is not given, it's fucking earned you had your open roads and you let them burn
twins That fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again The rippers at your service Girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface Like my
the perm Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn And make a movie of our lifestyle But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece That
to my battle cry My battle cry Listen to my battle cry My battle cry One, two look at the telly They drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna
H U G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face
'm stacked and ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my
Picture at the funeral No casket You bistards be missin' My jewels, my whip My rims we bitchin' My guns be the heat That'll make you blister My mens, my
more chump change, none of that bull Just movies, museums and the hall of fame So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong
my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, it's alright it's fine) (But my hips
kill one man or kill ten It's all the same after all, they can only hang you once Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty low down Blew off the burner
Allah reel's reel It's the takeover, breaks over, make something For funny ass package, who want, and a cake over Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all
right there It's over, it's over Hey, yo, who the fuck is that? It's over, run, it's over, run It's over, it's over All science addicts, religious fanatics
what it's costin Time ain't money 'cause I take my money And I take my time when I take my money I'm always careful when I make my money I know about
carry on while we carry out Rick Ross If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dolla As long as I have my heart I can get it all over Dream team We the
I'm 18! They must be jokin! And by 10 my crib was smokin All of my friends with their hands in the air Screamin (PARTY OVER HERE, PARTY OVER THERE!) The
the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody else Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead
eat So my natural instincts to kill in the street Im going to war and i sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it
So my natural instincts to kill in the street I'm going to war and I sent you caution Jumpsteady stepping over the governments' brainwashing (Take it, take it farther, take it
