Hopin' that it gets me high They got a nigga goin' crazy I feel crazy One, two, three, four I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill. Lookin' for a
get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up Can't get up, I gots to get up This is from the
grind Ladies and gentlemen, it's ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy Bustas hate me 'cause I f'ed they breezies Playboy, these techs spray easy Like you don
originality, execution of a feud formality Versatility and a voice that's loud with the ability To take a crowd to its apogee And always has a feeling like
All the screamers and squealers When they walk down the street Yeah. He's just a rich old man He never cared for anyone He likes to count his possessions He's been a
front room Roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tries to get away but I couldn't get far Cos a man with a truncheon re-possessed
whips to settle this, we can all get laced Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max swimmin' pools Fly jewels Wally shoes blow stacks relax kid Black kids got a cravin' for grapes until we get
Landed blows with my random flows And it goes, a little something like this And I might diss, with my right fist I strike kids like a pitcher do I split
now 'cause crime don't pay baby Who stole the D.J. I scarrowed the city but still no clue Lost like a cause, what should I do Then like a bolt of lightening
to the hood where y'all grew up Actin' like y'all drink alcohol when all y'all do is throw up Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project
the hood where y'all grew up Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors
Im a pimp quit acting like a fucking ho You aint know, bitch niggas get played Razor sharp game, cut you like a switch blade Its Dre waking up yo family
five Nick Lachey Stuck a pen in Jessica's head and walked away And she blew around the room like a balloon-a Grabbed the last can of chicken tuna Out
't believe its been that long, I heard your man locked down now how long he gone.... Oh dat long How the hell he get time like that? Three strikes with possession
me 'Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rockstar Get blown by a top model 'til she catch lockjaw Got the dough you get a
, mad bullets This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods Get the paper, word to everything, we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking
' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get me back on my feet so I
get The stacks in life, stacks in life Mommy always said "Will you ever grow up" I think I'll never grow up, I think I'd rather blow up Cuz I love to