The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor, my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore and I won't have much to say, if I don't return. Easy
I call lil' bust it baby I was speedin' in the fast lane Pedal to the floor mayne Tryna get back to her love Best believe she got that good thang She my little
You know you the bomb, don't cha Ooh, ooh ooh, baby you, yeah, yeah, yeah My my my my my my my my my My baby, ooh, baby You musta just fell from the
rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons, ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones you tripled
with cha money Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga This one is for my hustlaz, right Ladies don't tustle with bustaz, not tonight If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny with cha
walk Stoned is the way of the walk Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat Some think I'm a criminal but, yo I ain't all of that Hit'cha with
9") Yeah, you scared, ain't you? Relax, it's just music (It's Royce 5'9") The elite, jive 5'9" Royce 5'9", cha cha Cut throat, really nix My nigga trey little
love, love, love can reboot us Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y'all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y'all
motherfucker, go get your guns Gettin' richer 'cos I move coke and bust quicker Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha Stashin' my guns to protect my ones
. The little homies from the hood wit grip Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do? Didn
we got cha opin!!! Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
niggas squeeze on side The only problem is we doin' this head knock I told Ross, we gon' show 'em how the gutta do Yeah, all black skis black ones and
gotta pay, those ones I'm making it just explains That I'm focus and that's an under statement And I don't know what someone was thinking If I'm not mistaken, I heard his little
cha with a crazy bitch Don't trust no, bitch, bitch, bitch Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch You can't trust no bitch, bitch, bitch Ice Cube comin' at'cha
be yourself (i'ma tell ya) half these niggas im payin they been bitin (bitin) they just sit back watch and plot'cha and try to bite'cha (bite'cha) they
