happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a tape playing me You can't believe
then I told all my homies and they all called me phony And said I was kickin' a bunch off that baloney But they soon found out and now they all believe
that's what I'm proud I'm from And what I have become is a major fact that one They don't mention much, but trust they know that cracker's on Fuckin' believable, believe
if he L I V E And a nigga T A K E something from me You can betcha last pound we gon be Riding round town with a buncha rounds (with a buncha rounds
anything you want to do, Keep at it, keep at it then... You'll succeed in life. [Verse 1] See stones can be used so well, Cos the money comes in bunches
this is the family's strong And like Bob Marley said, "We're jammin'" Seeing is believing, so see and believe And let the groove of the new proceed A whole bunch
up along, i want you to turn your lights off Turn your shit up, can you feel me? You see, I've had my heart broken a bunch of times I've been on this
, here upon next to us Fit in ganja weed, always notorious Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious We have weed in our cakes and Oreo's Believe me though
rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk 'cause I'm rappin
a multi-platinum sellin' C.D. I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch 'Coz he split
the World, they love me I'm supposed to be the only one It aint my fault if all these ladies love me Thought I was supposed to the only one Believe that
you get shot over there? I say my prayers cause this life ain't fair A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain't there A bunch of temptation
mail celly talk two-way faxes Rap bold is love just ask the axis, relax Listen to what your ears say Don't believe the hear-say, or a beer say You fuckin
If you plan on, staying on top You can't lose, what you don't push into the pot You can't make much either, if you a believer of luck Go all in, if
of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (So fuck y'all) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Dog I came here to prove your wackness Bunch of useless bastards always
hate them phony putos dippin all up in my business Ese gotta hit the street for all them fools that player-hate 'cause ain't no bunch of chavalas stopping
the block But never in my face, 'cause they knew I packed a glock And my crew is mad deep A bunch of crazy Puerto Ricans, so aiyyo, don't sleep (Word
where we can go. Where? Lets go to Fonz Pond. What? No way dude you know how many kids died there? No way! I should've known you guys would be a bunch