weight like Atlanta was movin boat rock And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never happen And meanwhile I been thinkin man Niggaz been
S-L leave em' alone or should I let my lips whistle He's a stupid motherfucker with a pistol As for the dude he wasn't scared Until I held a pistol to
question to the counsel. [Annie Baxter] Tell the counsel I want my money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary Sunshine
many niggas want my shine so i keep a 9, if im stressin i need purple 2 ease my miiind u dont know bout taken losses you dont know bout throwin crosses
Ryders Ryde or Die - Volume 2 (Tugboats.. ehh, it's over..) [yelled] Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! It's the second time around motherfucker! (YESS!) Volume 2
signs That's fifty mercenaries that blood money can't afford Jump out of new Accords ??? got two swords A deadly ?, fate been chosen Get your eyes
) I'm on another level (another level) Went head up with the devil (with the devil) I never been a sucka (been a sucka) I always been a rebel (been a
the track The hood a bring the bitch out for ya man I get the glock my money flip like fish out water (Yeah) [Verse 1] [Chorus] Lately Iv'e been hearing
in yo face Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, pastor pookie nigga rip that bitch Soljaz like you neva have seen On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green Money
Buddens, you cool I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+ This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time And my time is money so I'm wastin' money
Yamaha Chromed Out 11 Hundred What I'm Doing, Getting Money, What We Doing, Getting Money What They Doing, hating on us, But They Neva Cross Cash Money
, take ya fake asses on nigga keep it real nigga Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch Hypnotized
We came too far To throw it all away (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me) We came way too far pretty thing yeaaah To throw it all away, throw
Know Now And I Don't Mean Basketball When I Say I Don't Know Yao Money Money Money Money Boost My Mor-Al Play With My Money Money Money O.K. Co-Ral
The Radio And (Pump That Bass!) [Music] [Verse 2:] The Rims May Offend You On The Shit I Slide Into Fuck You... Hang Out To The Deser Till You Be Cool [Cough] Hole Dug Of Pistols