balla blocking niggas come up missing then [Lil' Wayne] I need a bin life, to get right, up in my new Prowler And put her lips tight on this pipe
thuggin' just like Turk A wild bitch off Grave Street doin' her thing Big ass, big tits, and she loved eatin' ding-a-ling I need a black hoe, black
toothed sea hag, lips all blistered Now rack the balls while I'm in the stall Pissin' out vodka and walkin' up the walls I turn off the ringer when my
gimme a cut for that Big party tonight thrown at K-P Productions And I don't wanna loose my spot 'cause everybody know "Big O" got the tightest fans on the block
me? Adjust that knife or it might get ugly 'Cuz, I'm too close, to my gold equip Wanna fight me, you might see swollen lips 'Cuz I, get around like Pac, sit around blocks
The soft sound of snow crunching underfoot gives me comfort. Her building is at the end of the block. She lives on the north side. Bottom floor. Middle
a pick-up, carrying like stick-up Licking my lips out, fast flips, dips for action Cash rules, my only attraction My man selling point, v'fer grams off
know it's Wheezy you know You know it's Wheezy you know Who Squideye [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I ain' just jumped off da porch playboy I been thuggin on da block
tried taking off my clothes, she assisted me Upon her fireplace wall is were I pushed her back Then on the plush floor we fell, passionate collapse She pushed me off
d have nothin Left but jewerly, 52 teeth and a belt buckle (Nigga, your skills are to die for) During writers block I still create (what?) Words of wisdom like they passed the lips
like, "hell yeah bitch, you old rich freak" I went to get inshe peeled off and ran over my feet [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Shaggy 2 Dope] O shit, who that?..rollin' down the block
've been waitin' for you, dawg They've been askin' You ready? You up, motherfucker, DipSet, let's go Writer To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block
day off, aint nuttin like getting weighed off Scrape off the plates Shake off the flakes Dad daddy make all the kit kat I gotta lay off the way
it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight off (yeah) Scrape off the plates, shake off the flakes Bag daddy make all the cake I gotta lay off
on the block sick like what cha doin' wit that spic Y'all don't know? Puerto Ricans and blacks make the cutest kids Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips
champions Ha, ha, ha [busta rhymes] Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit Fuck is wrong wit yall Cut that shit off now Cut it off nigga Cut it off
way back to Mexico to pick up another hundred Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Yo make the drop off, don't forget man Yo, I got niggaz on the block, block
I did it because I was sure to get off. 'Help me, Amos.' she said, 'lt's my goddamn hour-need.' [Roxie Hart] Now he shot off his trap I can't stand
