1st verse 'whys that 'im a youngsta doing it big times stay on my grind a crooked child brought up troublesome in this life of crime and god where u
i`ll make it through today cuzz I don't wanna die -everynite i praise the lord wishing it aint my last nite the struggles & the pain..it all equal life ( B-SKip
sh-t I'm on to the new act, on to my new script B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other
If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash Yo, let's skip
Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
the time Now kids press rewind to the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, the answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like
real to the blind industry minds Who never had the time Now kids press rewind to the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, answers D All
I-I-I see some hoes in her Ayo TrackBoyz Its cool if I bring my other cats From St.Louis on this one? Come on Girl as you came through the door, you
dudes is too soft when I fuck with you all I might bark your ex and spit at the locks But other than that I ain't even fucking with cats Just me tied B
Let's go [B-Real] I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn't She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits She didn't wanna
Don't you take my kindness for weakness Don't you take Dilated, yo, yo I might flip but usually a calm individual Armed with accountants, my lawyers and other
good as it gets Baby, I make you rub your lips like sardines and grits My what still hits even when the record skip Even when the record skip Even when the record skip
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed, so tonight we gon' do it like this [*singing*] Ohhhh, for the H-Town Tonight I'm gon' make some money goooo For the H-Towwwwwn [Bun B
mean, the belt driven turntables With Technics joints with the slip mats Put nickels on the needles So the motherfucking record won't jump The needle won't skip
, tell you what I want you to know Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't, want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip Usually a
man, shit I gotta get up off my ass And go chase these cholo muthafuckas I hate those fuckin' Mexicans I'm always gettin' caca from the blaca The B.G
a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You
me getting hard She told me take this cap of G.H.B. With a gulp of Mountain Dew With glee so I can possibly end my existence G.H.B. ain't no need 4
