wild habitat My living room is the wilderness with spots on My carpet Practicing my gun targets Virtual reality is a rough end to your career Set you on
but nobody wanna die Put the cash in my face, I might take a try Money motivated that nigga that threw up my sign My wife's on my side with a .9 ready
down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy I'm lookin fly Walk on by Walk on by Trick Daddy Yes sir I wear my pants hanging off my ass, a Class A pimp And
Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond
on my way home keep dem devils off my back and keep me strapped with dat chrome. [
those haters want me to be Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood Cinderella with my fellas
Put a whoop on 'em (Ice cube, a.k.a. Don Mega) Put a whoop on 'em (A.k.a. poppa don) Put a whoop on 'em ((A.k.a. the big fish) Put a whoop on 'em ((A.
] Put the whoop on 'em (ice cube, a.k.a. don mega) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. poppa don) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. the big fish) Put the whoop on
I am) Motherfucker [Incomprehensible] grew up on the undertuckamajig My destination control the block Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket With a hundred dollar bill wrapped on
a-courting on a little white horse Sword and pistol by his side He went down to miss mouse's door He went down to miss mouse's door He went down to miss
my brother So where is that poverty line? I've never really seen it Look around I'm doing fine I'm not really sure I believe it On the other side of town Schools are falling down
Have mercy on me And I got down on my knees Crying mercy Have mercy on me And I got down on my knees Thrown into a dungeon Bread and water was my portion
next chick telling me you working late When my girls already saw you on a date Whoopty-whoop, black, the hell with that, can't get me back Bread's on
on my head Vertebraes cracking like dry french bread Turn the other way, I should have been bittin' Ski patrol dude might now be freaking Landed smack down on
my bread And before I'll marry Sultan it's gold to my head With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie
And a??honey chile, hush your moutha?? My great grandaddy knew Robert E. Lee I knew Elvis and he knew me I learned about Jesus at my mama's knee Like
annachie With annachie gordon oh I'd beg for my bread Before that I'd marry salton with gold to my head With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee
on me I've been drinkin' down your pain Gonna turn that whiskey into rain Big wheel turn my fantasy Don't you throw that shade on me I've been drinkin' down