(techniec) I been dyin to ride Been dyin to shine Dyin to rob Been dyin to rep this side Dyin to serve Dyin for cheese To raise up out the hood I been
rap. You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in wit'out a... uh. (Wait a minute!) Cocksuckers (oh ye'), pause. (Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) It
anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody dat looks anything lil lil tiny lil lil tiny lil bit like yall
do? [Mr. Shadow] Lets just walk up to 'em Fuck 'em [Lil' Rob] From the sides? [Mr. Shadow] yeah, lets do what we do [Lil' Rob] Lets do it [Lil Rob
is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch Let a nigga know that his head I will bust quick Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout Lil rob fillin hos in
FLY AND FLASHY, JERMAINE AND BOW WOW MAN I'M (BY YOUR SIDE) (WHAT UP J) WHEN YOU WAS ON YOUR LAST DOLLAR I TELL ROB TO WIRE YOU A MIL NO PROBLEM SHANIAH'S MY LIL
while she down with some jack-jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side They locked me up just like 2Pac and I went platinium Laid it
rap. You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in with'out a... uh. (Wait a minute!) Cocksuckers (oh ye'), pause. (Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2) [x4]
go to the club we dont need ID everywhere we go its a party yall we gon get it crackin like the mardi gras [verse 2] pound crest side clown gig so hard
[B.G.] Say, Weezy (weezy) [Lil' Wayne] Can... they remember... me? Lil' Wee... zy [B.G.] Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya, nigga Let these niggas know your
Dammm, too much ice on my wrist Nigga tried ta rob me, had ta empty out a clip I can't go out like no bitch Cause my pistol man lil nigga den dew it
- doing.." It's the Mo' P. (YES!!) And the zip code is 1 (1) 2 (3) THREE, and motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin I'm still runnin with cats that rob
(feat. Lil' Flip) [Intro: Lil Flip] Yessir (Yessir) Come on (Uh) We back once again Tag team, you ain't dreaming It's Lil Gates and (Chamillitary Mayne
I ain't goin no where so dey come and get me (x2) [Verse 2 - The Game] G-G-G-G-Unot! On the grill of my low rider Guns on both sides right up by the
'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob
hoe shit There go Cleveland lets get it over with [Flesh n Bone:] Get the fuck outta my way They say they move down and side to side I beg to part
a couple of guns on the side So when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side
