[Plies:]
It's Plies, baby {Plies, baby}
And next time you see somebody homie that's so bad
that you can't resist them
Walk up to 'em and tell that you they #1 Fan

[Keyshia Cole:]
Hey I've been watchin' you all night...
All night {All night}
So DJ play that one

Man I hope y'all can excuse me for a little minute man
Just sitting here thinking about my lil partner who just got killed
It's wild dog, how the mother fucker you love the most
Seem like them the ones who always die first
Dog I just wish I had the opportunity
To just bring m

I know you caught me cheating
and you tired of me lyin
Imma be honest with you baby
I know I crossed tha line
If you dont wanna fuck with me no mo than cool that fine
but before you go babe
Can we fuck one more time

I know I fucked up and sorry aint
what you wan

My nigga e'erytime I think this shit gettin' rough out here for me, my nigga
I just remind myself dog Monday through Friday, homie
From 8 in the mornin' to 5 in the evenin' dog
It's some niggas in the court room 'round the country, my nigga
Fightin' for they muhfuckin' lives dog<

Im Commited To Bein A Real Nigga And Nuttin Else 100% Real Nigga Nuttin Less I Stand A Real Nigga That God Take My Last Breath I Do This Shit For The Few Real Niggas In The Streets Left [x2]

I Had A Part Time Daddy The Streets Made Me A Man If I Had To Do It All Over Ill Let The Streets Ra

[Talking:]
Bruh Bruh, I am sitting right here watching tv bruh.
I'm watching the 1st 48hours bruh.
You mean to tell me it's this many pussy niggas in the streets foreal bruh bruh?

[Chorus:]
Everybody goons until they catch a case
Detectives go to talkin, they killer shi

I went to see my nigga, he doin' seventeen
One of the realist niggas, I done ever seen
Got caught wit' a bird, but his record was clean
Comin' back from Dade, on da Gator wit' speed
He a real soldier, but his partner was greed
Get out when he fourty, went in at twenty-three

[Plies talking:]
Ay dog dis one here for all mutha fuckin niggaz dats locked up dog
all my niggaz who biddn in prison my nigga a lot of niggaz
fogot about cha but I aint fogot about cha

[Chorus:]
I got some niggaz in prison dat aint comin home and if dey aint
Holdin put

Refrão:
I'm on sum otha shit I'm dressed in all black I'm with my niggas dem an all of us strapped
We on that killa shit sumbody gettin wacked you kno I mean business wen I'm in all black

It ain't kno faking nigga you see da key I'm in baby nine on me easy to cuff it den I feel inv

[talking: Plies]
Bruh bruh the streets is all I know, bruh ain't nothing you can tell mhe bout the streets that I don't now

[Chorus:]
I hustle all day ball all night I been in the streets like all my life runnin like crazy the streets is my lady street shit is all I know

[Ver

[Intro: chorus playing behind intro]
Oh this shit fucked up bruh but I'ma go out here and get mines my nigga I'm going all out

[Chorus:]
This shit fucked up I'm going all out I'm going all out I'm going all out
This shit fucked up I'm going all out I'm going all out I'm going a

[Talking: Plies]
Bruh bruh... I am feelin' myself today bruh
Let me tell ya'll how I really feel bruh

[Chorus: x2]
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't kno what her problem is I hope she fuckin

[talking:]
Can ms becky please raise her hand bra I need some of that good head bra I need that becky

[Chorus:]
I'm on this liquor oh so heavy
Before we fuck can you neck me
A little head then I'm ready
I want yo mouth gimme that becky

[Verse 1:]
Keep that pus

Refrão:
I got some niggaz in prison dat aint comin home
and dey main hoe done put a block on da phone
an all da niggaz dey was runnin
Wit done left em lone
mutha fuckas foget bout cha when ya bidin Long

What can a young nigga 19 do wit 40 yrs
Not a muh'fuckin thang

Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga
Yung Lan on the track
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

All of my friends, I got boss friends, ha
We ain't really trippin' bout them losses, ha
We don't hang with y'all, y'all some off brands
We could buy hittas if we want, real talk man, ha

intro: i got bricks on me, bricks on me. might as well say i got bricks on me.i could have bought 3 byrds wit dis watch on me.i got 2 mo chickens on my ears on me.i got bricks on me, bricks on me. might as well say i got bricks on me. 4 byrds in a half on my wrist on me.bout 6 mo chickens round

[Intro:]
Ay bruh, errbody wanna know bout dat, bruh bruh, what dat mean bruh, it dat when u coolin bruh, and u know u da shit, bruh bruh

[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm loaded, and I got stacks bruh bruh, all my homies from da trap bruh bruh,
we ain't really worry bout dat bruh bruh, cause

Ay bra drop us off right here
Right here the blue house bra
Ay bra let's get in these bushes
When that fuck nigga get here he gets it

You don't know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes
Jump out with that choppa

Bust it baby
Aye can I please talk to my bust it baby real quick homie
Let me bring you in my world, and let you know what I call my lil bust it baby

She got me speedin' in the fast lane
Pedal to the floor mayne, tryna get back to her love
Best believe she got that good tha

Yea
Baby I'm a certified smacker
Plies, kodak
I'm a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean?
Yea, yea
I know yeen never been with no real hitta
No real nigga
I'm talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though
I'm talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the r