作词 : Gradney, Webster I'm stackin', rappin' but if I just so happen was it I probably would be posted up thugin', sellin' crack are somethin' I had to leave it alone 'cause the rats are something Look like my return won't be long the streets keep asking for me Young savage on the mound game ova now I'm in Houston and a town where's the mutha******' crown And now I don't have no ******' friends, I'm solo now Put my trust and my mack 10 ******* don't let me down Collaborate, just ****** wit them that's makin' me sick ******roil ******* don't want share, so I'm taking dis *******t I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope No money, no love, just tears, ******, blood, and hoes I'm like slim, these ******s don't feel my pain A ninty-nine problems and but a ******* ain't one Ghetto stories, gangsta music, thank big labels ain't come *******t'd we just trying see which one I'm so retarded And I'm gon' all hard and My game mutha******' ******* ******s, brains up And I'm just getting started They hate to see a ****** ballin' They rather see a ****** coughin' But rap money, street money, I'mma see money ******* ****** regarded If the *******t ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really ain't 'bout nothing You better zip your lips 'cause around here stuntin' ****** emp yo clip My grand so ri******uless, you can call me da clips And I slap all my ******* you can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady, I got them chips I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips2 home boys doin' 7 can't wait till da touch So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much Vest up wit my chest and stomach not 'cause I'm scared But no they coming I hope they don't shoot for my head I'm so retarded And I'm gon' all hard and My game mutha******' ******* ******s, brains up And I'm just getting started They hate to see a ****** ballin' They rather see a ****** coughin' But rap money, street money, I'mma see money ******* ****** regarded18 riding lacks ******, How you hate dat? Do it big bad ******* give me dat shake back ****** Y'all ain't got do *******t just leave it to me Push record for yo boy and lay back and kick up yo beat Turn up da beat a pen paper give me one sheet Put a bar code on it disrepute dis heat I got tha biggest ******' bug buzzin' in dis streets I know you heard a young savage Trill E N TBut you forgot 'bout me thought I was gone where I'm gone go I run dis mutha******, I'm the spice in da gumbo I'm 'bout my ******' paper man dats all I ******' want more You gone gets wats mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe Still good, still can get you rite on da down low It never snow in Baton Rouge, I'm da ****** wit da snow To let y'all ******s do y'all thang so I hope y'all been gettin' it Wat up playa, I'm da new mayor of da city ****** I'm so retarded And I'm gon' all hard and My game mutha******' ******* ******s, brains up And I'm just getting started They hate to see a ****** ballin' They rather see a ****** coughin' But rap money, street money, I'mma see money ******* ****** regarded
作词 : Gradney, Webster I'm stackin', rappin' but if I just so happen was it I probably would be posted up thugin', sellin' crack are somethin' I had to leave it alone 'cause the rats are something Look like my return won't be long the streets keep asking for me Young savage on the mound game ova now I'm in Houston and a town where's the mutha******' crown And now I don't have no ******' friends, I'm solo now Put my trust and my mack 10 ******* don't let me down Collaborate, just ****** wit them that's makin' me sick ******roil ******* don't want share, so I'm taking dis *******t I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope No money, no love, just tears, ******, blood, and hoes I'm like slim, these ******s don't feel my pain A ninty-nine problems and but a ******* ain't one Ghetto stories, gangsta music, thank big labels ain't come *******t'd we just trying see which one I'm so retarded And I'm gon' all hard and My game mutha******' ******* ******s, brains up And I'm just getting started They hate to see a ****** ballin' They rather see a ****** coughin' But rap money, street money, I'mma see money ******* ****** regarded If the *******t ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really ain't 'bout nothing You better zip your lips 'cause around here stuntin' ****** emp yo clip My grand so ri******uless, you can call me da clips And I slap all my ******* you can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady, I got them chips I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips2 home boys doin' 7 can't wait till da touch So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much Vest up wit my chest and stomach not 'cause I'm scared But no they coming I hope they don't shoot for my head I'm so retarded And I'm gon' all hard and My game mutha******' ******* ******s, brains up And I'm just getting started They hate to see a ****** ballin' They rather see a ****** coughin' But rap money, street money, I'mma see money ******* ****** regarded18 riding lacks ******, How you hate dat? Do it big bad ******* give me dat shake back ****** Y'all ain't got do *******t just leave it to me Push record for yo boy and lay back and kick up yo beat Turn up da beat a pen paper give me one sheet Put a bar code on it disrepute dis heat I got tha biggest ******' bug buzzin' in dis streets I know you heard a young savage Trill E N TBut you forgot 'bout me thought I was gone where I'm gone go I run dis mutha******, I'm the spice in da gumbo I'm 'bout my ******' paper man dats all I ******' want more You gone gets wats mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe Still good, still can get you rite on da down low It never snow in Baton Rouge, I'm da ****** wit da snow To let y'all ******s do y'all thang so I hope y'all been gettin' it Wat up playa, I'm da new mayor of da city ****** I'm so retarded And I'm gon' all hard and My game mutha******' ******* ******s, brains up And I'm just getting started They hate to see a ****** ballin' They rather see a ****** coughin' But rap money, street money, I'mma see money ******* ****** regarded
