Afghan 4 Lyfe
United we stand, divided we fall
Yhuu can kill 1... but yhuu can't kill us all

Yeah
Times is torn as it is
That's why I got guns, and my guns got kids
That's why I be goin' so tough on them hoes
I play my own hand, I don't shuffle or fold
Fuck wit a bitch, let go fuck wit some hoes
Hear them bitches screamin' like they stuck in a hole
I am not a deamon, but was once a lost soul
'Til I found myself a block away from the cross road
I have, outgrown the fishbowl
And I'm on my feet like a fuckin insole
Yeah it may hurt like a fuckin' left no
But it's "fuck the world", like a fuckin nympho
And we spend dough, cause we make more
And I make sure, when I say so
It's $.U.8.A.1.$ and Weezy, need I say more
Closeline the beat tear, DB I say flow
Yeah

Bounce that booty like a basketball
See, I'm a ball-hog; I don't pass at all (ha-ha)
And now she wanna put her sister on
Now I got twins like "The Whisper Song"
And you could call her Mrs. Me Too
I say I'm on a strict diet, I can only eat you
Lick it lick it, lick it, lick it; I like to
Lick it lick it, lick it lick it..(ha-ha)
I got that Goose in my system
Somebody gon' be my victim
I got patrone in my system,
Somebody gon' be my victim (OW!)

In My World, Money Does Grow On Trees