chamber "Check one two, one two", that's my favorite Strobe lights is live, Pink Champale Little pink joints being lit up on the side Couple niggas had two
be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks when they wrapped and stuffed four days later straight cash, two
blessed with AIDS Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around With the wrong penis contaminated with diseases Two
ki; I'd rather be the man behind the door supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks When they wrapped and stuffed Four days later, staight cash: two
these laws Blow coasts, smoke spliff, old flicks, focused Flip cake, chicks scrape, that's me, thick braids Swift blade, in the pockets, sick days in
man, you remember that girl I knew I walking to school, man The one who used to diss me everyday? Yeah When the record came out she called me two days
feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash
there without a thing to eat for days Up stepped a little boy with the basket please take it Lord he said And with just a five loaves and two little
few Condemn souls 'cause of what the old pain killer do Keep having these dreams of my taking my nine milli Who can help me execute this desire to pop a pill or two
I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby Dubs or better, candy's and leather What you want nigga Two
drive by and grin on us, if they grabbed then One of them nosy neighbors done snitched on us (Again?) Hey this game juicy, got me puffing looseys Every two days
is a no no thing Now way back in the game they used to slang and hang So let's forget that past I can't dwell on old days If you show a brother weakness
Your block is mine bitch back up We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin) We've been Gettin in where we fit in since the old days L.t
feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
over features stop wanted and heated Make a dash for the cash and duck 211 on the (?) Got me stackin up the crop see me long as fuck Don't call my bluff, get our chips up Count two
Ice your cross, slice cigars, light cigars All day, wyling, freestyling in the hallways Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off of Colgate This ain't the old days
they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage
Could've been a killer but Cash Money saved me Remember I was little but the cash money made me Big dog bitch no tramp no lady Young ass nigga had a thing for old