(lyrics are written by Bernie Mac) Miss young money you betta get em, straight out the hood the young hoodlum, done what I shouldn't did what they say I couldn't. Hear what i outta killers head at hung where the other Hustlas slong at..waiting on that get back, get that, flip that. Debating on the mixmatch switch that from dope to coke I'm growing up fast Now u niggas is slowing up fast. Now my niggas is blowing up ass. If I tell em u niggas is holding up cash. Rolling up sniffing out of the phantoms ass. Put your lighters and where your talking to a can of cash. Theres nothing to say no matter who comes to ask. And murder aint funny but we do love to laugh....Shit we just live and take money, take baths, take a nigga bitch and fuck and send em back with nothing...Now isn't that disqusting give em back his sister give em back his cousin..Yeah Go make a stack or something Go and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin...Yeah and to end that discussion..I been had strengtI just got the muscle. Fuck U this, that, and the other...I see my people struggle wish that they wasn't...The Government try to putus a in a muzzle. But your 2 fingers aint the pieces to the puzzle. Shit so to each his own hustling...I hustle all night and then go home to the fussing...Then wake up to the fucking..breakfast in bed don't forget my English muffin..Hawaiin punch taste like Robitussin a nigga...just living, just breathing, just puffing. Come on mama drop that Laperla...Get millimeter cock back and murder, Thanks senorita we cannot go any further if my girl catch us both in the spot she well merk us , Pussy niggas talking all that slop we will merk us,Hungry ass niggas I tote 2 hamburgers. Who want beef? Who want beef? I bring it to your front door well now u seem nervous. 2 seaters swerving traffic to hell wit it, Shit u can't die wit it, can't go to jail wit it, might as well while in it pass in it..fail in it..Me I excel first tell and tell wip it. give them niggas something tell them Bitches smelling like money at the full course gremin..the fam at the table got a full course dinner..Youngmoney, cashmoney, doping fetti on a winner.. and yet he understood us when we told him break it off..cause gangstas don't talk we don't worry we all walk and young platoon can't handle that destruction all body baby killing sound like seduction and niggas chase doe bitches follow the instructions Sometimes u gotta put the whole rooster in the oven. So tell the public I'm a do my thing just as soon as I hear that ping I got it comin, Coming up u niggas just runner ups and running up will get u in a wheelchair 4ever..It's whatever..I'm still here 4ever cause the little nigga better than all u niggas together I'm gone.......
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Thanks to (Cricket AKA--/Bernie Mac 20m) for correcting these lyrics. May 5, 2008

Thanks to (Cricket AKA Bernie Mac) for correcting these lyrics. May 9, 2008


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