her intentions was to get money And let's face it, shame on you, honey Bitch made it known, she wanna fuck me because I'm a Bone No threat, better yet I'm a
Walked up in the bar, sat down on the stool And got the low down from the guy with the jewel He was playin' pool and he thought he was good 'Cause he
got hit by a truck Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights That's a dead man's hand Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights That's a
't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act
so im'a make em understand, i revampered the system, so yall can listen and judge if you like, but dont jump in my height because a critic is a critic is a
you need me Don't you see, believe me Before you act so hastily Baby, remember you need me Honey, listen, don't make a big mistake, no I'm in your system
of corn and cotton If I'm gonna hit a traffic jam, Well it better be a tractor man So sick and tired of this interstate system I need a curve and wide a
that I knew you Now I know, I don't Just wish that I did Honey made a right Stepped of, took flight Upstairs, up more Made a left and head Looked down
the midst of real steel movers, you a loser Merk you wit'cha own shooters All you want is a name, pissed and insane My security system, my playspot a
a fresh coat of wax on I'm makin' sure The slippers is clean The 26's is mean Shut down the block nigga picture the fiends My system supreme You can
don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a
ever let me down I told you once before and now I'll tell you once again Everything you do comes back around I'ma come to you town and throw me a party
all right When you're having a good time together And a Saturday night lasts forever Yo, can't hold me back, I rock the dance floor Make a honey shake
throw a little bit of ice on the shelf you turnin' me off I can't lie Keisha said, "Why?" I said, "Yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid
, put me up on a hustle Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a
up (Chorus) From the chronic to the green ass weed with no seeds To the boogie that'll make a motherfuckers lungs bleed Smoke down in the car cant
bread, I could stack a couple dead, Bodies, makin' red look less of a color, more of a hobby. I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist. I fuck bitches