a thousand to have 'em Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G Bet the
thousand, all hundreds, made it last saturday. Make it rain on a house player last monday Dropped fourty points sold him like it wasn't nothing. Indiana Pacers, Marques Daniels, did a
out which one grows It's a secret no one knows It's a secret no one knows (Repeat Chorus) In an mmm bop they're gone. In an mmm bop they're not there
myself I drew a picture to remind me what you look like when it's raining use a lot of heavy words that never get you anywhere the circle vent is cycling
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Shot you, worst than a brick and then
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup Put it
44.55]So, leave it Louie [03:46.60]Cause I'm a lover [03:57.20]Check it out, check it out, here we go, let me say it. [03:59.50]Tax on wax make
not a name But I guess it's alright by me I just sit alone after a long day In the absence of company Oh and I wonder A thousand miles away What I wouldn
don't trus' no one (talk to 'em) So stubborn - I could dream a thousand paths, wake-up an' walk a ol' one. (Why?) An' I follow wherever it take me Insteada
s get it) I'm only human, just a man God gave me a gift to do the best that I can Critics say I can't make an album better than my first one The way
Verse 2: T.I.] A dope boy with the swag of a pimp nigga Except one thing, I'm paid more than them nigga You see a bitch can't afford this life Had to
tommy gun go I ain't never had no love for a mark, is how it go Fortune and fame about to grow, 20 thousand for a show And it ain't no more regular weed
of you, cause I spit like I never ate, and if I did then I'm just never full Stop the hoe jokes, I'm not a homo, better believe I'll cock the 4-4 I ain
doesn't get any better than this We walked in for free to the first castle that we found It was empty, it was late, it became our campground And we spotted a
homie and a nigga, K, homie All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it And you knew it, do it
mustang for a minivan This is not what I was headed for when I began This was not my plan I am a family man But everything I had to lose Came back a thousand
it out, they try to break it down But they're distracted by every accent that's makin a sound Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it 'round Till