Lyrics:
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
saying nigga we the hope
Do it for Jay
I ain't going nowhere we gone thug everyday nigga play I'ma do it for Zay
My lil cousin he bad if a nigga want smoke
the club, put ya drinks up, shawty what's up
All of my thugs, off in the club, put ya drinks up,
Shawty what's up
[Lil' Scrappy:]
I'm Nasty,
I ain't even
and Brooklyn from fighting
Telling me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill
thug sheds a tear drop -- and use teeth
To bite off beer tops, and _Pour Out a Lil' Liquor_
You was more than just the wildest n****
2Pacalypse, I
brighten up your day even at night
[Verse 1 - Lil Shade]
I'm just a young nigga hanging with the thug figures
rolling with the drug dealers now they wanna
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
know
How a young nigga be gettin' it
But oh my God, they say they
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Oh my God, they say they feelin' me now
Lil sexy mommy get on top, I like
a king i swear my lil nigga smart
My pops aint get the chance to his babies to the park
Cause he was eastside High tryna teach like mr clark
My lil sister
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
'm out to get high & supply
What you need Mr. Postman
Comin' through with all the mail What you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
niggas is harder thugs
enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't
careful lil nigga
All of my niggaz are plotting
You already dead lil nigga
Woo
Woo
I'm checking for synergy and energy
So, watch how you step to me,
talkin shit ese
Baggy pants creased up
And I kick it with my thugs
If you ain't one of us
Then to you there is no love
Makin the rap
Strappin the gat
for my lil' cousin
With that shit in his blood, uh
Know he feel like nobody love him
But I got you thug
Nights on my own , shit getting colder
Got
the mail
I done made a whole lot of benjis
Heard 'em say that they ain't feelin' me, nigga
Wanna beef and I'ma go and send Lil Ben at them niggas
Bet you
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
Verse 1:
1, 2, buckle my shoe
Unlaced ears, lil' mama, what it do (what you mean)
What it do to fit you on those jeans
On your thighs so tight its
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
and hustlers
Putting food on the table, for they mothers and lil' brothers
I'm suicidal, with homicidal tendencies
Fuck blaming mama, nigga it's the thug in me
like this here
[Mr. G-stacka] Yeah
[Big Pimp] Yeah, let Gangsta represent first for his lil' baby why'knaw'msayin?
He ain't got nothin' but one so he
'm out to get high & supply
What you need Mr. Postman
Comin' through with all the mail What you need?
I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell
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