I believe in God, but cross my heart this knock go off. Get on my level bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with. I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage.
Don't worry 'bout a mothaf*ckin' thing. This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit. Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes ("for press use") by record companies, artist managements and p. Ambition as a rider. agencies. How u like it, pumps or boots? For money I'll have these motherfuckers buried. Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught. We could keep the party jumpin' like this all night.
Encima desses invejosos, covardes, filhos da mãe desprezo. Iniciado o lote e o plano de esquemas. I'm in the club with niggas, I clap that, that P90 I pack that. You can sniff that or cook that to my belief.
I'm focused, I'm disciplined, I'm ready. Look at me wrong and your dead. Question my methods to switch up speeds. Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand.
I break a whole into 36 O's - and move it. Bullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use tubes to feed you. Cookie Crisp, Cap'n Crunch, breakfast of the champions. Luther said it: A house is not a home without her. The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues. We talk marketin, distribution and politics. Now I ain't running after no broads, she stuck on my dick. Lud Foe – Ambition of a Rider Lyrics | Lyrics. Fine champange, we can toast to life. Still real niggas, still will kill. Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate. Straight gang shit, hey slide in 'em, ride in 'em. May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions. Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop.
You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper. Having received the CD from his older brother, it changed his life forever. Order Of Protection. This bitch call me bae, that′s the stupid shit she could say. Big Bentley, Mulsanne, no LP, just two songs. Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves. But when they down I bet you he won't give up at your bump. We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making. Don't tell me what that bitch done said. At your funeral can't see your face because the closed casket. Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right. Lyrics Born – Bay Area Hip-Hop Legend Returns! With special guest Alwa Gordon –. Released on your Own Recognizance - that bullshit I'm on it.
Consider this the theme song for victory. Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here. I'm just doin what I wanna do, I trip through your set. Envision a lil' dog barkin at a pack of wolves.
Addresen o público louco. So when we count on the paper it better come back correct.
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