stacks expect that So let's go somewhere yo and twist up a L Chatter ring a bell, cause it ain't hard to tell [Foxx] It ain't hard to tell that you
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stacks expect that So let's go somewhere yo and twist up a L Chatter ring a bell, cause it ain't hard to tell [Foxx] It ain't hard to tell that you feelin
check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad 'Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it
the ruler [Chorus] [Verse: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new
I can't say that shit was really that fly But I used to gangbang when I was younger So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin' under I never
, what?s up? Who's dis? Who you think it is, daddy? Got to be yo bitch ok You home now what?s up with tonight (Umm) Nigga you gon? give it to me first
to say them suckas wanna see me caged up That chapter's over, pass the mic, and set the stage up Throw yo' A's up, tell my P.O. I don't blaze up, Pee
em in P.F. Chang's sauce Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost
T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so
No ceilings.. o o ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti Im strong in this bugatti 2 v8?s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch I?m
I'm spiritual, I don't read Jehova's book or Allah's book, or God's book Just a man and it's easy not a hard look I dont't trust you, so don't trust
's do it for the hood where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at and O.G.s reside at It's rugged, son, I love it, son, I see it every day
tips forty five clip Chevy smokin' He put all he got into this I bet he make it Ain't gotta give me shit I'm a take it Here's why I go in, back on the
k in the closet Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik Stack whatever you get, don't spend
bread And I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it I ain't talkin' about it, I'm livin' it I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it G-g-get it boy Don't waste your
-ore Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth, Make it bang, make it bounce, break it
