YOU KNOW
THIS JUST SOME
REAL STUFF A
REAL STORY
YOU KNOW WHAT
I'M SAYIN'
SLING A BUNCH OF
NARCOTICS
PULL UP IN THAT
NEW 'RARRI
LIVIN' LIKE
JOHN GOTTI
CHOPPIN' BRICKS
LIKE KARATE
DRINK A BUNCH
OF CODEINE
SERVIN' TO THE
DOPE FIENDS
BLOWIN' MONEY
STAY CLEAN
MICHAEL JACKSON
BILLY JEAN
GOT A
PANAMERA 'ROUND
A YOUNG
BROTHERS NECK
GOT A YOUNG B****
PULLIN' UP IN A VET
SMOKE A LOT
OF KUSH
AND I HAVE
A LOT OF SEX
HAD TO BEAT
THE GRIND UP
RAN UP MY CHECK
B**** GET MONEY
BROTHER GET THAT
ROLL A BLUNT OF
CHRONIC BROTHER
SELL A LOT OF CRACK
YOU CAN HIT A
LINE ORDER WHAT
YOU WANT
I CAN WHOOP
A MASERATI
PULLIN' UP A DONK
FIFTY-THOUSAND ON
A WATCH YOUNG
BROTHER SPLURGE
POP A ACE OF SPADE
BOTTLE SIP A LOT
OF SYRUP
KEEP A YOUNG
BROTHER
WORKIN' GOTTA
BUST A K
I'MMA TAKE A PHONE
CALL HUSTLE
EVERYDAY
SLING A BUNCH
OF NARCOTICS
PULL UP IN THAT
NEW 'RARRI
LIVIN' LIKE
JOHN GOTTI
CHOPPIN' BRICKS
LIKE KARATE
DRINK A BUNCH
OF CODEINE
SERVIN' TO THE
DOPE FIENDS
BLOWIN' MONEY
STAY CLEAN
MICHAEL JACKSON
BILLY JEAN
WHIPPIN' UP A
CAKE JUST TO GO
AND SNATCH A SPIDER
YOUNG BROTHER
PLAY WITH KEYS LIKE
A TYPE WRITER
AL CAPONE
JOHN GOTTI
WAS AN IDOL
I WAS NEVER
SNITCHIN'
I CAN PUT IT ON
THE BIBLE
IN A FOUR DOOR
BEAMER
DRIVIN' WITH A RIFLE
WHERE YOU
AT BROTHER
WE GO PULL
UP ON YOU
YOUNG CHICK
LOOKIN'
LIKE JANET IN
THE EIGHTIES
WE WAS GRINDIN'
UP FROM A
TUBE AND A BABY
GOT THE GIRL DRIPPIN'
LIKE A JHERI CURL
GOT A STYROFOAM
CUP AND IT'S FULL
OF SYRUP
SEND IT OVER FROM
LIL MEXICO AND
LET ME WORK
I CAN GET THIRTY-SIX
FOR A CLEAN SHIRT
SLING A BUNCH
OF NARCOTICS
PULL UP IN THAT
NEW 'RARRI
LIVIN' LIKE
JOHN GOTTI
CHOPPIN' BRICKS
LIKE KARATE
DRINK A BUNCH
OF CODEINE
SERVIN' TO THE
DOPE FIENDS
BLOWIN' MONEY
STAY CLEAN
MICHAEL JACKSON
BILLY JEAN
WHO BAD
POP A LOT OF
PAIN PILLS
'BOUT TO PUT RIMS
ON MY SKATEBOARD
WHEELS
YEAH
BEAT IT UP
LIKE EMMETT TILL
YEAH
HA HA HA HA HA
TWO CELL PHONES
RINGIN' AT THE
SAME TIME
THAT'S YOUR GIRL
CALLIN' FROM TWO
DIFFERENT PHONES
TELL THAT GIRL LEAVE
ME ALONE
SEE
YOU LOVE HER WRONG
AND I LOVE HER LONG
I GOT A LOVE-HATE
RELATIONSHIP
WITH MOLLY
I'D RATHER POP
AN OLLIE
AND MY IS A TROLLY
BOY I'LL BURY YOU
LIKE HALLE
AND THESE GIRLS
SAY I'M BLIND
'CAUSE I DON'T
SEE NOTHIN' WRONG
WITH A LITTLE
BUMP AND GRIND
MAN I JUST
RECEIVED
A PACKAGE
THEM OTHER
BROTHERS TAXIN'
AND MY POCKETS
SO FAT
I'M STARTIN' TO
FEEL CONTRACTIONS
AND MY COUSIN WENT
TO JAIL
FOR THEM CHICKENS
AND HE ALREADY
HOME AND THAT
BROTHER
MUST BE SNITCHIN'
CUT HIM OFF
LIKE KARATE
SLING A BUNCH
OF NARCOTICS
PULL UP IN THAT
NEW 'RARRI
LIVIN' LIKE
JOHN GOTTI
CHOPPIN' BRICKS
LIKE KARATE
DRINK A BUNCH
OF CODEINE
SERVIN' TO THE
DOPE FIENDS
BLOWIN' MONEY
STAY CLEAN
MICHAEL JACKSON
BILLY JEAN
HA HA HA HA
WHO BAD