(I know you love her) Too short That's right Ain't givin no bitches no kind of slack (because she's a tramp bieatchh) Verse 3: too short You know
whole life I'm not witnessing They ask me why I do it... I tell'em that I do it tell'em that I do it for ya'll ...for ya'll for ya'll..... [Verse 1]
me in my 2 short drop Mouth got colors like a fruit loop box [Ali] Dis what it do when da lou Ice grill Country Grammar Where da hustlas move bricks
[Verse 1] The streets make the hustlas Hustlas make the world go round The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made
[Spoken:] I told ya'll nigga's I was gonna come back hard man You ain't heard this Sh*t since thug motivation okay Hey hey hey [Verse 1:] Hoes ain't
She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy Hit the road shake the State Troopers off for daddy And she bring all that paper back No short paper back
Yo. 1,2,1,2. G'ahead, drop it Yeah 1,2,1,2. I go by the name of the Big L. Know what I'm saying? Rock this for Rock N. Wills. Hardpack tape A'ight. Goes
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Freeway & Memphis Bleek) [Beanie Sigel] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy What's the problem shorty? [Shorty] Yeah whattup
' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up! (Repeat) -1- I been through
choppers (choppers) To war with the coppers (coppers) Dog...them niggaz living a lie, lie, lie, lie Dipset stay fly.....and? and?!?!?!?! [Verse 1: Cam
I Gotta Leave...Leave You Alone [Cam'Ron] - Wish I could..... I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right? (I don't know) [Cam'Ron: Verse 1] Leave
free niggas Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted 1 mill This morning
it mane Y'all KNOW I got it! [Chorus:] I got it (yeah) You want it, come get it (yeah) I got it (yeah) You want it, come get it (yeah) [Verse 1:] I
in the third grade Yes, pickin' on others--Look at your hootinanny ass mother fucker And your billy bitch Hey---Fuck both ya'll ... And your Rebel flag [CHORUS 1
x1] [Goretex] Break with me your out, bang you with shells and heaters out Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out Hookers and bricks, gutter
still here We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs *exhale* We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what Listen [Verse 1: Young
hot chicks is topless Whips are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss [X-1] X-1 wild out, and make
crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? [Verse 1: 50 Cent