like $hort? B*** You know they can't play on my court Can't hang with the big dogs, stay on the porch Blow the whistle Blow the whistle Blow the whistle Blow
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me some more Big bank, now just make me rich Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich Check out my style, baby I don't
all time She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime Now I'm, under pressure to impress her I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin grab
roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P H the I the L the L the I the E the S We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) I takes my
my spit, holmes Now I started rockin' shit that I wasn't with, holmes Made some niggas label me a bitch, holmes The only plan is im bout to get rich,
'? Bitch get busy Go back outside and finish gettin' my money" The bartender laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny" And I'll tell you once again It blows my mind
this dough up I don't want my son to hate me when he grow up So I gotta blow up and leave it to' up I listened to my pops whenever it got hard He said
, yo On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias We can pull
gaps In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on duns You run heroins, primatine mist is afraid of my lungs Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench
expiration Preparation your sweatin, I cassette deck and eject your selection for air time Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
I'm doing my thing like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang {Styles} weight on my back hate in my heart blood in my eye foot on the gas blunt in my
be, reality (if I should die before I wake) Wake, up, my dead face I see (if I should die before I wake) My dead face I see, my dead face I SEE!! Korn
, check my record, it's flawless Do the knowledge to the chorus, yeah you fuckin' right While I was raised on my fuckin' life I did my time on them corners
mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her A bunch of other shit on my mind, deep in my grind Its more than just weed on my mind, read through the
It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it Some yell it and tell it, I blow it and smoke it and smell it Let's spend tokens wit my people who
they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss