Gots to be clever, when now they grindin for your cheese 'cause when it be comin to drama, my city's under siege Watch who you're talkin to to, and keep your
You know what's makin' me mad? Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y
You understand? Shining like I know we should Birdman, YMCMB, you know we good nigga [Verse 8 - Ace Hood] Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kicking down in your
rollin' And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know
police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got my niggaz up in this
scum who has robbed our fucking movement from the very day that it began as you riot riot riot your fucking self right to the bank i know we all know
while your mamma cryin' In church, I'll be spyin' for work, I'ma go right on 'Cause when your life's gone, nigga there is no replacement And you got your
As I observe this is just one day And what tomorrow has in store We could never be sure so all we can do is pray Because of your strength While I walked
deaf When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue eyed Boy you better duck, 'cuz the book is comin' So just hand your car keys over to your woman
nines some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people and though I know that weed will even out your debt love everything green well thats
tonight I fought with my twin, that enemy within 'Til both of us fell by the way Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees While the law looks the other way Your
' neck, they said I don't know, what you've been told in your ear But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (Die) Don't know, what you been told in your
and mean at sixteen, livin' like a beam, theme Out scheming for the green Quick to kill, I gets ill, I make ya blood spill I cut ya throat for your
your name is unheard and your face is unseen Till your just a nightmare of an accursed dream Tell the supreme to curse your whole team and your unborn seed Poison your
your joint, what?d you think of it? I think it?s bugged out, it?s hot Thanks, I like your last record a lot Your lyrics are graphic, much like your brother
thrills of pills and blow. Teen years about gettin' beat down, and your twenties 'bout smokin' them pounds. Stick around for the sticky amounts, flick a Bic 'til your
tat Lettin' the whole motherfuckin' world Know I got your back If you don't like what my nigga Mystikal do Come see 'bout that shit Step to it, know