I cud see I got everything You got nuthing You ain't got nuthin on me Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa I got
a benz bumpin hot boys this Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice i ain't sellin for shit If it's a Bentley that I want It's a Bentley I get Drop-Top, CD changer
You know me - I don't need no introduction and shit Ride Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch Arm hangin', wrist blingin' - just stun'n and shit
ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch He confusin' y'all he ain't tha shit We sex, money and murda you niggas Ain't
sheisty, but this nigga just don't know Swear to God I ain't 'bout it, but this nigga just don't know I got a few under my belt and I'ma make it one more
Ain't no need to look nowhere else, it's murder niggas Holla, we ridin', you know, c'mon niggas It's danger, it's danger What up to my nigga Merc, Big
'um But I ain't copin' out shit 'cuz they ain't got nothin' Just maintain here waitin' for a court date Don't need no loot 'cuz my commencer's straight
me spit my pro's on Pump it up in the prozone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't the track that we flow's on But when shit get hot
I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel Jumping out Lexes
quick, pull out the guns and body shit I don't give a fuck who you go and get It's Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin' with? It's Murderer I don't
dead Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas 'Cause this song ain't for entertainment
I know! Goon city! [Verse 1 - Broward County All-Stars] I got a .9 in this '54 That means I got a license partner if you didn't know It's a drought, oh you didn't
song with no wanksta snicth He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit we sex, money and murda You niggas, ain't no playin' around with this rap shit Banana clip, mack's
dead Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my nigga Fuck all this rappin' shit let's ride on these niggas Cause this song ain't for entertainment This
you're blazin' on your buzzy Paparazzi got me dizzy, ain't my nextel always busy 'Bout to crack open the crizzy 'cause I'm stylin', oh, child'n Ain't
Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here) Since '92, nigga Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy) ([B.] Been stun'n) Been stun'n ([B.] Repped
While we be goin shows Baby transporting keys Findin' out always to beat the N.O.P.D But uh-uh Can't stop me from shinin', no uh-uh Can't stop my rolie
