How 'bout you, how 'bout me, how 'bout you Do you like your love soft and warm Do you like it hard, hot and long Like you're ready to die Sometimes
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Hit the gates bro You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? You gotta get out You gotta get out, why? 'Cause
, you're face to face with Scarface You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin' waste Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda warned ya about
, you about to be buried in beach sand I don't care if you broke or not I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not Nigga, I still smoke the glock
your housekeepers You was mesmerised, how could you be surprised? Only gave it to her Christmas and the fourth of July Oh, you had it going on, with ease you
, tree top heights Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights Landmines be disguised as welcome signs I'll repeat it so you ain't got
cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You better hope you and the
don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray so you can reminisce And wish, you wasn't livin
you's a balla' You gots no bucks? You gets no fuck You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt You got big bucks? You like the trick bucks? You lookin
: Trina] You gots no bucks? You gets no fuck You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt You got big bucks? You like the trick bucks? You lookin' for
never knew that you didn't know what they was telling you Never say never because it never comes true I never knew this about the heaven and the hell in you
a toast for the homies See we both gotta die but you chose to go before me And brothers miss you while you are gone You left your nigga on his own, how
them cops 'cause dogg, it ain't about Cam I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam It's about being 'bout It If you're not, you're ass backwards My mathematics
If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
you one more time It's none of yo business Now who do you think you are Puttin' your cheap two cents in? Don't you got nothin' to do Than worry about
't nothing, nothing The choices you make can make or break you The choices you make can make or break you The choices you make can make or break you The choices you
plus you forgot who was payin' your bills Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal For me good livin', y'all independently rhymin' You got the hustle game backwards, you
