Lady pimp ain't havin that shit If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes Strictly a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad one miss
my whip game proper With my package on the way, you know whip game Whip game proper, cocaine chopper Don't offer me reefer unless you know the flame
you feeling that you ready for a blackout Huh girl I can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I
me my girls is fancy fly bitches Too my niggaz straight snitches, to them other chicos Lady pimp ain't havin that shit If you ain't got the cash to
ain't got the taste of fame yet Cloud told me, "Ain't you Roc? Well, where the fuck yo' chain at?" Guess it's somethin' like your girl, nigga, it ain't
Worry yoself to death What fo She ain?t gotta know We can keep it on the low What she don?t know won?t hurt her She don?t have to know about me (bout
some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Misunderstood, ain't gotta be explained But you don't
don't touch me, I don't touch her. We ain't really never say a word. I really want to give her everything she deserves. But the bad take away the good
most chicks be chickens Fuck 'bout the CLUCK! CLUCK! Eve ain't trippin' Most dudes is okay (Half of the rest ain't) Talkin' 'bout what they wanna do (Reality they can't
it Guess the price of being sobers Being scared out of your mind When it comes your time to go Ain't no good way to go about it Ain't no use in thinking
And if you sittin? on chrome, I'll call up my boys And have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga (Champ you got it, keep on movin? They ain?t
to put this old flame out So come on, give it to me Strait before I come unwound There ain't one country singer That ain't good for a bad heartache
That we ain't beefin', we're still breathin' and just leave it at that 'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that Bat mobile It ain't gonna be no
a dap like ain't nothin' changed My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy Bad threads must've came from his pappy Smoke good, drink good, eat good,
Can't say it's gonna get me far Do no good to say what you are I run the streets and I break up houses River runs deep and the flame devours it Me, I
company Papered up, beyond motherfucker's belief A millionaire patrolling the city streets See the flames burning in my eyes motherfucker 'Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams, motherfucker I ain't
don't fault you I mean, you?re only human, good or bad But I also don't respect you and I don't care if that's good or bad, ha ha You see you are no
ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch Pac' would have never did no song with no wanksta snitch He confusin' y'all he ain't tha shit We sex, money and murda you niggas Ain't