worry 'bout it, Dirty is simple man I run up on you, man and all I ain't no minute man A G 4 headin' straight for Switzerland Or independent 8 mile down to Michigan She so sit an
shit School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich I'm gon' run niggas out of town Naw fuck y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of
I'm pimpin' hoe's on Sunday I'm the kind of nigga that you'll work all night fo' Won't discriminate, I'll pimp a Chinese White ho You never seen money
prepared to tell But you don't know it yet, you havin' hella fun And when the shit hit the fan and you on the run You better pray if they catch your
a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an
like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa" Miss the tree and hit
yet 'Cuz I got a daughter to feed And dollar 200 ain't enough to water the seed The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell An' hit up Chess King
your stinkin' ass is too fat to try to outrun me" I went to grab my gun, thats when her ass put it on me Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
Martin] Ayo, remy pop but im hot, Like an out of state spot, and any body think im not, your found in a vacant lot, you dont really wanna run wit
cup for three months, I'm having an E party for easter please come [50 Cent] We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it man we gon hit
a cup for three monthsI'm having an E party for Easter, please come sqeeze guns We gonna bring it to anybody who want it You want it? you gon' get it You name 'em, we gon' hit
stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skills like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Something ain't right, hit
name She was wit, but he was pimp like, just like Ike was Treated her like it was the Fight Club Hit her with rights, blood drippin' on white rug By the
tip top shape And I stay up on my toes like some gym socks Flip, flops Tell them hater to rehab, kick rocks Game tight like Ziploc Hlaf black other half white
like an arson These rhymes here can kill son You try to rips it just call me the ? Flip Wilson And rhymes I got em down pat Release this hit like the
up, sweats and techs Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen Let my jam hit
who flee when the beef hit cause they don't want no beef like people who only eat fish you get the third degree like my society secret n***ers run so