you well Sellin you a trip to a place called hell You never even thought you'd get hooked Starin in the mirror, scared to look You think about life and
so what's it all about, think about it later, to all you real gangstaz, an all you perpitrators. Chorus *(Harm)* x2 You've, got me funkin,(funkin
you because I chose to be But now I'm on my way up out the door Do I wanna think about it? Hell, no You shoulda thought about that before I gotta leave you alone And I
you shake and wind your body You got me wantin to be with you all the time You make me wanna pass them chips girls you are so fine How 'bout me and you
I aint even talking about sister lined next to brother I'm talking granddaddy to grandmother piled up on top of each other And all that rap about you
mention your name to the track but, ayyaaaayy Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat little shit) I'm real, on mic I show skills, stop talking about gun, you don't kill You think
I don't give a fuck An' now I'm rollin' up in third gear With 3 dollar bills, 3 more minutes to kill 3 more seconds to snap, 3 more bottles of beer
face down, stretched out, no longer breathin' I'm speedin', pump eatin', swervin' in the G and Red & blue lights and squad cars is all I'm seein' I told
stomach cuz I haven't ate. Maybe I'll grab a plate of nachos and I'll have a steak. And you'd think that with all I have at stake, Look at my daughters
it then, I've got nothin but time- I'll wait. Until it dries, for the moment I guess you're all safe. After I sand it and buff it, I guess that I'll paint
CHORUS [Jully Black] I hope you witness the adventures of Miss Money Jane Blind your ass, while you out looking for that money train If you look then you will find, but think about what you
Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower
All I kno is White Dawg, I live in a White World. (I'm Yo Gotti) VERSE 1 All I want for Christmas Is a package and my pistol, If it is a Black Santa
I think I'm the dopest, in America? I do Make you switch your whole style like you're datin Erykah Badu Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you I'm
what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I
Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C So soon as you make parole and they open the doors You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is
game), right here in duh flesh, nigga. Yes. Think you fresh? I gotta tell ya' nigga, no. (No) My Jordan's numba nine, and my chain is finga roll. (Roll) See I
when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar Everything I speak is hot But bont be mad at least everything you speak is... I can't think of nothing nice