F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth Threw me on the floor, called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for more Cracked my safe with
bitch in a minute, some say just for fun And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun "Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all But
to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix Me and my team out for cream and jewel
shovel's for I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust Newark and Miami are some down-ass towns But South Central L.A. is
. Me, I'm still lucky I will not succumb to all of this. It made temptation buy the women all my life. If love was me, you'd never stay in all the
mane I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain I got I got my fames cluttered with this bud And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood Tyna suppress
chewing me up It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood Oh it's all It's all trouble in my hands And its all up the walls Well the stale
miracle happenin' Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin' and rhymin' and smabbin' Pop that tag on some of this game Hollatic, swallow and keep the change And
wit more swagger than this i can score wit any ho wit just the flick of my wrist diamonds sittin on my finger cost ten brick of the snif for this matchin
', let me handle this I know the game, analyst Man, I'm the shit and y'all janitors Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras Take yourself
the cieling nigga more money we billin' nigga more bottle we chillin' nigga bitches see us shinin' so they lookin' and feelin' nigga We hustlin' and
let me handle this I know the game, analyst Man I'm the shit, and y'all janitors Blow out the kush and crack a smile for the cameras [Chorus]
lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's
you know Girl, we rock and we roll And you stop and we go, we go, we go So fly, why would I wanna land for? Everything you could ask for and more Your
, nigga, garbage you's a rat Never build for this mob shit I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches
not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move Blood gettin
Kiss the hand that blesses me And as the panting ceased My blood runs now fierce This when I was young, before
on gucci.. And she gota fuck New slim Richey tha whole squad.. Now bitch YOu even gota fuck So ICy Boy.. We a fam over here This sum pussy this sum the mall.. And
