it That's why I've got to teach you, always back it Even if you're scared, I'll be there, I'll rack it I'm a soldier, I'm older, I cause world traffic
L R P's and we do this damn thing real tough like You underdig? So this a bitch, c'mon The homies done made it, I'm so elated Got all of the ladies,
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
done Homie its Game time (The Game) ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G
throw it up in the club for the fuck of it It's 'Berg (Tity Boi) Yeah, it's Tity Boi, they call me 2 Chainz If I die, bury me inside this blue flame
a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im just in the game and the
, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe Well, it's chef boy a Bun B
the one I settle with in a new life I gotta see, it's moving fast right now I needa have a conversation with Shad and Bow Wow 'Cause ahh I had a few
I was with flashed all hundreds Gucci couture to store shit Let me get the number love the worker exhausted, I forced it (That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it
what I did done And I come from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it go Wanna floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin' Sell out tours,
when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist Styles I flips retarded Family who can handle this From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles I thought I
In a funky situation that's how we do it Chorus: Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin Sometimes I
, save it for the phone doe Bond deville, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal Took a chill, but I still had to pose And if I pause, it's because
ride, we ride [Hook] S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you
I can sit it on Peanut butter an' wood, it's still understood That I'm a P I M P The M to the A, double N I E Now put yo' feet up on that mank Take
, yo we blazin wit the heat And we all true thugs, till we d-i-e [swan] From crow hill, I blow smoke, till I choke, that's a regular I blow domes for
*** ***, *** *** I just want the paper, I just want the paper I just want the paper, I just want the paper M E M P H I S I'mma rep this hurr 'til I