Hello? Aw shit, nigga! What the fuck time is it, man? Oh goddamn, nigga! Do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight? Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've

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

"I love it when you call me big pop-pa" "I love it when you call me big poppa" To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should

Playa, turn your head round Wake up, open the door Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Playa playa (hater), Playa playa (hater) Playa hater (hater) Playa hater (hater) Thank you, thank you very much Good evening And for my last hit

Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you How I run the streets, I really wanna show you How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack

Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn (Watch it) I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, It'd be your life before my

'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

Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell) 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make

Pray and pray for my downfall That's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and pray for my downfall Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off 'Cause in