house party up in Buckingham Palace I know you're catching your breath On the floor, getting raw, 'cause it's hot to death I come to violate your space like you
play hard Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. Bullet Proof: 16 worth a mill my
you She told me concentrate on school but what I do about loot? I wanna push the fat ride, have bitches sweatin' me too But you know, you need dough so you
you meditate To feel the quiet of the earth Yeah, that was back when we used to be alright Another shame the way the city smells worse On a hot day in
you spread on the floor What you askin' for? Relax, I'm 'bout to give you some more Where the liquor store? Hit you with some more metaphor The raw, hot
, get ya shit right A scar keep you heated for life, no way A mark on your face, you know that ain't right Son, you ain't that tough, so Stop actin' like you
silly now Shame on you Don't start to cry now I don't blame you After all you're just a grown-up Whatcha gonna do Yo it's the kids Gotta heat it up, heat
talk what you know, I never seen you round the Pound So won't you keep the East Side and Deez out ya mouth don't speak on dat, don't bring up Daz and
to the house, know what I'm sayin' Got 3 million in the trunk And you know I got you some of the poudy For you to smoke on the way where ever you wanna
name, then ill put it to shame, and take you and your weak crew out of the frame game. you have it or you lack it, its a fact and to be exact you just
ride up on the quickness up the side of you Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you Nigga we keep the streets hot It's just us and the cops And niggas
nights and hot days Cocking my heat, shootin' it sideways A wife on the run, full of common blunts Unconditionally married to my gun, fulfillin' my destiny On
to put you on and tried to make you bleed Hit you with some shit that left you flippin' mad in disbelief You just can't believe that niggaz that you
i mite stick you up if you aint really where your posed to be im solid wit my folks but supper scandalous for a click when your sharper make it happen you
the sling Go on and on in as the cold, you a go lose everything This one you have fi know, check out the youths them living Other than that me know, you
t feelin' 'em I'm y2-ak, ready, hands steady Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas To the
You can jump up on this dick, like a morphodyke, biatch Say, "Ah ha, Ah ha", yeah, you thought it was funny When you tried to rap, hunt, stunt, front, on Ca$h Money You