t really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look
owes me money - what a jerk Well, there's five bucks that I'm never gonna see again Plus now, on top of everything else, it looks like I'm gonna be
, muthafuckas, can you get with it? You ain't the nigga that you thought you was, fool And now I'm after that ass on the cool It's all about survival
she fought with all her cruelty To claim that gallant band By St John's Point in the early dawn I dragged myself on the shore And I cursed the sea for what
peers The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time It's time for some perculator
Uhh making deposits till I fuckin' faint, New Orleans, nigga how about them fuckin' Saints, It's tight on our end call that Bubba Franks, Matter fact it's
You know what they say about getting older It's only a doorway away You know what they say about getting colder In the middle of the day You can live
Well it's better than nothing Now you got to think with a girl like that Any love at all no, no it's better than nothing Oh, well it's better than nothing
It's two a.m. in the morning and it light showers And you're probably hookin' up with that girl That's been, two-wayin' you all week Her baby, Daddy's
Turn ten nickels to ten loads out of ten stones Ride the crash course, do the math on it Swizz Beatz, you can ride Amtrak on it But I'm on it, grillin
it up All my niggaz on the south side, get it crunk and throw it up All my niggaz on the north side, get it poppin' throw it up All my niggaz on the
show you what this heavy metal bring That's how I settle things like what y'all want, what y'all want? (You motherfuckers don't want none) Roll that
I know, my own Lord and master, When your ass was born it was all on the own and, When it's time to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball
raw Go play 4-4's ready for war All out, what, what, wanna blow, what, what Teamsters what what, mother fucker From Monday to Sunday, it's all about
I'm on the hunt Bitches like that, that's all I want But you playin' that roll and can't say why Bitch get wit it let's fuck tonight It ain't cool,
to city, valley to valley Never seen another state on hit like Cali- Fornia, where the hustlers play What you wouldn't expect happens everyday It's the Wild Wild West I'm speaking about
me, believe me that's a privilege I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it See you hit it then I hit it, we get it back to split it And Big be
building got you dragging on the ground Chaos keeps on losing in no answers to be found For what you are feeling now Danger that surrounds you it gets