in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with, put stitches in her head Get your
your buildin' Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread
hitters, for real I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine And get, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your
the time, by seventies chicks Won hella Grammies, bitches throw me their panties I'm prolly your daddy, probly nutted in your mammy I'm a Bay boy, city life
naughty cause your nigga not at home All you gotta do is holla to the phone & I'ma be through there with some good tree to blow Plus you're telling me your
money right. Hundred, hundred dollar bills ya'll. Hu-hu-hundred dollar bills ya'll. Yeah. Who ready for war? Yeah. Who ready for war? Yeah, nigga. Who ready for
Flesh Bone We ain?t forget aboutchu niggaaa, Bone Thugs, the originators, Nigga don?t get?it fucked up where you gotch your flow from Bone thugs, its your
in this street life These niggaz switch it on you, quick to put you in the crosses Now he standin' in your crib and got a pistol in your mouth That's your
a fitted Trying to get your little homey tore up Yo bruh, we ain?t working on this corner take your ass on, dog ?Fore you make me feed your ass to my
about to Pop in the deck for you niggaz Turn up your radios You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge of pawnin' your jewelry and sellin' your
they'll miss ten percent of negative bucks Put some Henny up in your cup your problems will start to drown But soon as your buzz leaves then problems come back around damn Keep your
Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate Right in front of your eyes Watch your bitch
Thinkin to myself, might spread some bread for some wheels I might be wrong, but honey is right Got to have my back strong when I come for the night
to suck my dick No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in your trunk bitch take your pick Stick a gernade up under your fender Stick
t waste your time fighting the life Stay your course and you'll understand Get it boy This '87 state of mind that I'm in In my prime, so for that time
that Mercedes 700 CLK and Mercedes aint made it yet [Cyhi Da Prince] I'm Mr Got bread like Quizno's better known as MJ with the big nose I swear your
ing Guess I'm closed (clothes) minded Obama suite, you one below, up in the Joe Biden I'm in your city just chillin', where are your hoes hiding? 24k for
[Common] Yeah baby boy In the place (for you and yours) to be Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby... Yo yo yo check