Would you let me in? Even in these chains, you can't stop me 'Cause I'm the big bad wolf, now let the games begin I've been everywhere that you've been Now I've got nothing to lose and everything to win I'm already under your skin Even with these chains,

They're waiting for the sun to go down You've got bones in your closet You've got ghosts in your town Ain't no doubt, dear, They're gonna come out You can't hide from your demons Feel them all lurking around You're runnin' scared cause You know they're

Big, body, Benz, damn Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code Diamonds, gold, neck, woah Pipe up this bitch If she is basic I pipe up your bitch Make it dark in this bitch Don’t worry 'cause I got some light on my wrist

Big cheese pilin' (big cheese pilin') You speed dialin', you talk shit, but I keep smilin' (but I keep smilin') That's your chick, but not my chick, 'cause she got mileage (she got mileage) That's your head, but not my head, 'cause I drop knowledge (I

Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they nigga got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol All my Detroit niggas! All my L.A. niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up All my N.O. niggas! All my BMo niggas,

Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha "Why you wanna get with me?" 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see 'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T Can I get wit'cha (can I get wit'cha) Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha) Doggytyle, yeah Uhh, to all the ladies in the

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas Issa Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street I can show

Lost in love So let's stay lost in love And I don't wanna be found So glad I've found you girl 'Cause I'm lost in love, lost in love Tell me baby, do you feel it too? And the taste of your lips got me feeling high Girl, I swear you're an angel in

On the big, blue sky And wave bye bye From a long, black Cadillac Ridin' high in a long, black Cadillac Feast your eyes So feast your eyes Pay the price Gotta roll those dice 'Cause I'm sick of all the same withdrawals

'cause breakin old habits so hard to do You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for da haters 'n' the rugged crew When I was shot dat nigga like I started to The coup man 'cause breakin' old