my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch hos and I smack up niggers Because I'm a pimp and a player Sometimes I
fight you Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!! From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out (Marc Live) Enough talk, niggas talk
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
gone I turn my head to the east, I don't see nobody by my side I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight So I turn my head to the north, swallow
Cant Kill Me I Live Forever Through These Bars I Put The Wolves On Ya I Put A Price On Ya Head, The Whole Hood Would Want Ya You Starting To Look Like Bread I
N-gga Hold a Llama and I'm cocky Should I explain myself, baby I'm on that hood shit So say you wanna go, well I say go 'head good bitch I tour PGA, thats
talk like he a Don Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitian cat Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack I peep his style son I know his stelo
my homies aint my homies hell my friends no longer want me im still hungry as I was when I did my first live performance things I got I know they want it things I
you ever not know? I'm not gonna stop, that's who I am I'll give it all I got, that is my plan Will I find what I lost? You know you can Bet on it,
Oh, I see what you do But I can do it better And the talk of the town be true That I'll make you forget her How can you hate something that you ain't
that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up in this building and you know that i'ma hit them and i do it how i do it now i gotta get them BbboooooooooohhhhhH
arguing more and it's getting less romantic yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon but I f-cked you right I will I f-cked you right I will I'll f-ck
eyes on me, and if i die, i pray my soul you keep, and i don't want this world to kill me, but i'm getting so weak. I can't take much more, i just want
I got pretty lady Dough is what I got Shawty Dough is what I got baby C'mon I'm, Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid [Verse 1] Give a woman none (uh'
[Chorus] I dont wanna waste time talking to fella's who run up on me talking that bullshit instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish the ony way they talk
, I get stealth Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharin' my wealth, dog I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times I mean what
chatter and talk all bout dem machine I don't live in between and I am not concern with hold no magazine CHO!! I am just who I am I been this way since
