the Plush Brigatta It was an hour in, big chip leader of the game Caught pocket jacks and flopped two more of the same Looking at quads, waiting for
to launder the cash and never came clean So now I'm in the story with all the cats before me And smoke purgatory for doing the same thing And them niggas
and personality You punch it in your calculator, and it adds up to me I know the same goes for the rest of my crew My D.J Jazzy Jeff and Ready Rock
you motherfuckers know (fuckers know) That you don't wanna go toe to toe (toe to toe) Line for line (line for line) Blow for blow Sound for sound Rhyme for
hundred percent.. for you {*scratched in background: "This one, for you and you and you"*} [Chorus] Yeah, I do it all for you, I do it all for you I do it all for
The same died they really don't want me to fly Now I know why (YOU GOT A DEMON FACE!) (Monoxide Child) Are you ready for the jump off? I'm in
nigga you know who chose To be legit and still rip foes Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot Same day back on the block, set
tonight The party so live and I'm 'bout to set it off for the 0 5 It's all good but I got the 4 5 And I found me get down ass hoe for ride And she got
think you know what it means This shit I die for, shit I make you cry for He ain't such a shit but it's the same nigga you lied for Ain't this some shit
, yeah I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch You can get it long as you old enough Yo same o' same o' they want me to work
tha bed bugs bite, sleep light Be ready for the tip-toein' phantoms at night When I open em for risk (When I open it for risk) Smokin' somethin' for
bail And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail For some gang related activity 'Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me And for
Will, Thank you [XV - Verse 1] On ya mark, get ready, set Always right I never left Exhales, exiting hill, thank God for every breathe Shaking the devil wearing a cherry dress Staying
Outlaw, just some ridahs on our own mission The trite and true, we un-fuck with a boo It's critical, the game change, we stay the same A lot of shit y
they all fail Collect calls to my Dogz from the County Jail Sendin' me mail Heard the blocks in the same shape Ain't nothin' changed Niggaz slangin' at the same place The same
herb If Flesh overheard you was hatin', talkin' not to my face Better hope, pray, for me ready, I pick up place, spray the AK Everyday be the same on