your attitude G Listen to me, the judge seein your case is a thirty-three degree Maybe you can find your pops, a thirty-three degree And see if you can
with me u wont be thinkn bought another boy uh uh u wont be thinkn bought another toy aye i think im bought to buy another toy yeah ima put choopers on that thirty
' too much so she died early They got me loadin' up my Benz with my eyes blurry I sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirty Now if the bitch
and rhyme Anybody who thinks this fuckin attitude is a gimmick Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image Break shit! (scratched) (4x): "
[Chorus: repeat 4X] Drop it off drop it off Bitch I got a sawed off Put that money in the bag Hoe I'll blow yo ass off [Verse One] It all started out
under the influence of this Careful 'cause you might just crash and shit Total your whip and still pull my tape out your deck Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty
shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck bitch Who made that car? I never seen that on the streets We were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty
my words were beautiful They almost made you cry The markings on the wall were jaded, I wonder why 1, 2, 3, 4, just because you're nerdy and your friends are thirty
shit don't amaze me Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows U.F.O.'s get wet the fuck up like H20 You move too slow, bang thirty seconds behind
paid their dues 'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose They knew it, so they just got to it With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes Playing 1 4
Boom Boom pow like the black eyed peas Get a strip tease by a black Chinese girl And im steady transcendin six figure check got my bank account pendin like thirty seven (thirty seven), thirty eight (thirty
The doors to the mission open at seven And the soup will be ready about nine Right now it's six-thirty, they're ragged and dirty They're standin' and
now the niggas with the yay All my niggas, where ya stay? Westside to Decatur, ah hey-ya, fuck ya wooden eight I lay you down if I got a thirty-shot
the blunt instructions Page 1 says open, page 2 says feel Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill A mini 14, full combat dress A thirty round clip, and I
rob the power run Remington A-70 for the pedigree Night time militant mask, fueled with laser gas Atomic ACP thirty round American slugs With bugs undefeatable
to bend down 'cause I'm young and wild Do or die that's this young nigga's rough style They'll never find me Chorus: Searchin to find me [4x] My soul
{continued from track 17 at 4:46} Intro: Orlando Thank you for visiting Orlando, Florida Home of the theme parks, Arlington, and beautiful sunshine Orlando
cream truck "who wanna buy a snow cone" Hook - repeat 2X I'm going to the valley Vauco the valley I'm goin to the valley what you think fo [4] -