Слова:
Game Help Em Out

Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout

Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya', Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped

get blasted. What do you wanna test me for? Jealousy? Nigga, drop. Nigga, we bet you plottin', that's why them triggers be cocked everytime. Shoot 'em 99 times out

I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out If you niggas try to run up on the Bone I'ma show you like this, I'ma pull out my chrome I don't wanna

aleast 'round here nigga back get watched from a whole 'nother planet like an astronaut the only problem that we have is the bastard cops but we slash on em blast on em drag em out

there's a will there's a way, don't let it stand in your way Look 'em straight in they face, let 'em know you ain't playing no games We searching for

, bang bang Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin' We buck Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out

I was stayin' up, slangin' up, hangin' up on the block Ah nigga dodgin the cops clocked on the night-shift Didn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out

just stay in your square, And I'm here the Killas and Thieves, Pimps, Pussies is on the prawl, If the find you out of your Element, they will pick you out