Ooh yeah, ooh yeah... Toi, tu es dans mon ame dans l'eau de mes larmes Mon c?ur et mon corps n'ont rien connu d'aussi fort Je suis sous le charme, j
my shirt Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my shirt Gucci boots on, I trap in the dirt Get money everywhere I go G code, G
Don't you cry, no What about that assent? Don't you... Pimp squad on deck Pimp squad on deck Pimp squad on deck Hey, hey do you wanna be famous? Everywhere
' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad
a real thug And see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal Slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin' To think of somethin', other then
't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad
weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad
can't fear bleedin' My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin' I'm speedin', pump eatin', swervin' in the G and Red & blue lights and squad
off in the Beamer, that 745 Brick Squad right behind, they got seven .45's (Yo Gotti) All I do is win, I'm Gotti the brawn G I'm the M.V.P., I got championship
tattoo don't make a thug Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra I know you love it when I rhyme proper Man I'm still t-h-u-g-g-e-d-o-u-t Iraq to
For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah
ll rock (fresh) like D-O-U-G-I-E (fresh) And I'm known for the....... and not for the........ Rahzel the Godfather, the entertainer No other title could
-Live was sparked Making pause mix demos with my main man mark Playing ball in the park, there was other heads too I was the herb of the crew, then I
like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how
go Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the threshold Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this? As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a shit Not any squad
twice or like thirteen thousand times I'm sick of it myself, I'm loving the shine Who else could it be but the squad's O.G? Be laid up with chicks that
Notorious B.I.G. DJ Clue, you know I can't forget you Doo Wop, S and S, oh yeah, and Ron G too Craig G, forever tryin' to live like me And of course
