baby i love you and im sorry to get mad at you for nothing
but i just want to let you no that your my everything and
i dont ever want anyone to get in between what we have
Always love : melissa C
Junior
KING OF I.T.H
KING OF I.T.H
See I know you'll like my swagger
No strap when i come through .
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on
Only once the drugs are done
Den I feel like dying, I feel like dying
I am sittin on the clouds
I got smoke coming from my seats
I can play basketball with the moon
I got the whole world at my feet
Playin� touch football on Marijuana Street
Or in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats
Get high, so high that I feel like lying
Down in a cigar, roll me up & smoke me cuz
(I feel like dying)
[/right]I got smoke coming from my seats
I can play basketball with the moon
I got the whole world at my feet
Playin� touch football on Marijuana Street
Or in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats
Get high, so high that I feel like lying
Down in a cigar, roll me up & smoke me cuz
(I feel like dying)
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Fast Moneys ,
Still Cassh Moneey.
Always Makin` That Skrilla
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out[/cente
Ladies and gentlemens, Ya'll know me,
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, and I should try to make a living,
I tell em' imma hustler and I'd rather make killin'
My eyes is so wide as he watchin the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck ya, hot spitta, young money, we the realest,
And I aint gotta lie when I tell you im the illest,[/center]
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkinf)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)
Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkinf)
Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)
I'll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
My gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
My gat stay cocked
I'm always super clean when you see me on the block
Keep my money in a knot with a rubberband on it
Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it
See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack
You know how it is to be the man in trap
We Hit `Em Up .
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know they cant f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know)
Future(I know they cant f**k with me cuz im da center of tha world)
Now I don�t know if I should hug em or slug em now
And I don�t know if I should cap em or tap em now
But I know that it�s feeling funny now
Maybe it�s cuz I�m gettin this money now
You see things ain�t the same
I said things ain�t the same
No things ain�t the same
And I know I ain�t changed
And I don�t know if I should cap em or tap em now
But I know that it�s feeling funny now
Maybe it�s cuz I�m gettin this money now
You see things ain�t the same
I said things ain�t the same
No things ain�t the same
And I know I ain�t changed
They Lookin At My Jewls
And They See A Player Icy
They Kick It Like They Cool
But I Can Tell They Wanna Fight Me
I Keep The Girls Choosin
Turn Em Out & Have Em Dikin
They Neva Tell Me Naw
Why?
Cause They Like Me
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
C Is For Cocaine.
[/color]I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady
Shit Im doin' now got nothin' to do wit' how you raised me
Shit killin' me to know I'm runnin' my momma crazy
Goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady
Shit Im doin' now got nothin' to do wit' how you raised me
Shit killin' me to know I'm runnin' my momma crazy
Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady
Shit Im doin' now got nothin' to do wit' how you raised me
Shit killin' me to know I'm runnin' my momma crazy
Goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady
Shit Im doin' now got nothin' to do wit' how you raised me
Shit killin' me to know I'm runnin' my momma crazy
A millie in here a millie in there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the derriere
Like smoke in the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, the muthfukin problem
Ok your a goon but what�s a goon to a goblin?
Nothin, nothin you ain�t scarin nothin
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the derriere
Like smoke in the thinest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see like look at dat bastard Weezy
Hes a beast hes, a dog hes, the muthfukin problem
Ok your a goon but what�s a goon to a goblin?
Nothin, nothin you ain�t scarin nothin