them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out Lean back mother .... This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker It's good coke crack preach
sigh of relief Goodness prevails over evil, it seems Somehow when he's gone, we feel safer Little do we know Today the paper say Timothy McVeigh's in hell So everything's
50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im just in the game and the Key-C aint gonna quit, Im steady steady hustlin steady
it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head 'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred C L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C
down the aisle, look at little pretty Roxanne's smile That's right, she big head child Spot the glass on the hand, white valor laying across the floor Draggin' damn, she got a good
know who the best (C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas wanna do, what, what? (Let's go) Couldn't live the life I live (Yo why's that) I could die any minute, I
) Wild out (What?) Wild out (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I can't hear you, c'mon) Wild out (If ya find ya nigga cheatin', let's go girls, c'mon now) Wild out
, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c
shopping need room for the bags I sped off in the joint like it's Raspy's world 'Cause I don't want no nasty girl She's a good, good, good, good girl
record pushers. This goes out to everybody doin' it on they own Livin' legends, c.v.e., Hieroglyphics, likwit crew, global phlowtaions. Project blowed what's
tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out Lean back motherfucker This here's a three peat we back at the Rucker It's good coke, Crack
my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would Real recognize real, dawg, that's just how
Pushin in weight, from state to state, Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really
what's out there for Swan To move it on, is what you always say to me That's what I always do but you still pagin' me What's the deal, you ask keep
talkin' I speak wit the heata I run up in your crib put some in your wig Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib And I want everything not
Burna) It's on and crackin' right about now Cause I'm on my own two feet Moved outta my mama's house for good And now I'm addicted to the streets It's
's the same name If we got the pops, we'll thug the block Baby, without the shots, the shots We can't stop, won't stop Want to receive a everything you
Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best Dogg Pound's the best Mic accurate, trade darts TL, slight tint DL, quick flash Smooth as a baby's ass
