on, it's on, site no matter night or day And you can't fuck wit these Get smothered with a half a key, bitch Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane
it's on site no matter night or day And you can't fuck wit these Get smothered with a half a key Bitch Celly Cel: Give me the ball and I'ma fill the
parlay, tryin'a do a show a day Move a-half-a brick of Yay, get the fuck up out my way OH NO, I don't give a fuck again Cock my UZI you might catch a
hot, like a cold on a stove And commence to roll, like a tire A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair Any buster be cherbin', in the
limelight than Vegas on cable Will it enable to shoot C-Note, "Yo's" at the crap table And while you can't get off the ground, I'm getting high A nigga
can do dat Like a bag a whole block fulla O's, I can do dat Throw a free party in the tunnel, I can do dat Niggas sip syrup through a funnel, I can do
: Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you
rain in mad pain, When a nigga got nothin' to lose, a nigga goes insane. Mad heads on the ave scramblin', some gamblin', As I see it, shit beats panhandlin': A quarter here, a
t you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really
pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can
way back when every clan was stylin' Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions In class see a girl you glance at her Pass her a note do you like me? Circle a
to a money machine I'ma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T. It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C [Hook] (Mikkey) Now introducin Mikkey, you could
Cause if I'm locked up, can't nobody pay me [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] Gotta feel me mama, I ain't trying to balla I ain't gotta follow, plus I'm
free Cause if I'm locked up, can't nobody pay me [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] Gotta feel me mama, I ain't trying to balla I ain't gotta follow, plus I'm
I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
a thoed Denali Riding like we in a rally, candy coats crawl spokes Live like rich white folks, and float million dolla boats I spend six hundred c-notes
't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Don't you stop it, don't you stop what you're doing You don't really
