fame Man it ain't no thang So why you playin' games, trick you know my name Oh, am I talking loud? What you talking bout? And what you doing out, on my
nothing to lose and a million mother fuckers wanna be in my shoes but you don't understand beyond the parties each year I've been broke my whole career breaking bread with my
yo fantasy i can tell ya love fucking with me , love fucking with a g, my name ct got the rain coming down, yeah we both dripping wet so my hands keep
the Bounce J Once I get the bounce, I'mma be good (Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride) (And fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my
Jermaine? No It's all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the
should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon shine My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times I'm top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth I bet
I get that. Then I'll have everything J.D. [overlapping Mase] Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my
n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall already kno wut it is man, its a bad boy thang
A Let It Rain A Clear It Out [x4] I Was On 114th At The Kingdom Game A G On The Mike Dude Doing His Thang Walked In The Club They Scremin My Name
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town! Pitbull, Bun B.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I
me, I be off of the chain Gripping the grain doing the thang, with Gene and Day Screaming my name, before I go on I make em pay Business first, making sure my
miss my dog, yeah I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, DJ
spitting bullshit, like they retarded Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs With my
permanent urn, nigga! "Do you believe it!!" "You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing.." "Do you believe it!!" "You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing
m on my note homie can't you tell, watching me doing my thang I'm the real if you don't know, just watch me when I'm holding my name Only less and less
heaven got a ghetto But b-burning down the b-block, I put the petal to the medal Running with my cousins in Texas, Lil' Cross and Big Money My nigga
I know From here on out until I go, I'ma get it and that's fa sho [Hook x2] [Russell Lee] Maintain, doing my thang Maintain, doing my thang Ooooooh-
