the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us
Now let's take a trip down memory lane Back to junior high school where it all began Three bad little kids raising hell at school We were just thirteen
my time, we had a thing called discipline Dad would whop us every night till a quarter after twelve Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whop ourselves
house No doubt, no clout, now we're goin' all out Earthball that's all, never let the devil call Revelations little Biggie nigga so long Metal was so precious I was resurrected, why? Juniors
boy you sure can get it You ain't heard It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga [Lil Wayne] They call me gangsta gangsta Weezy, Weezy Lil Birdman junior
just like this If you want it, boy, you sure can get it You ain't heard It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga They call me gangsta gangsta, Weezy, Weezy Lil Birdman junior
times About a boy growin up to a life of crime I heard it before, you heard it too But now, homeboy, it's just me and you You see, people try to call us
same shit We say we do it for our baby but we don't We do it for us it's lust Cause neither one of us trust each other So we fuck 'till we bust 'till
the same shit We say we do it for our baby but we don't We do it for us it's lust Cause neither one of us trust each other So we fuck 'till we bust '
) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son
, uh Hops, out the truck like, trick, what up? Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck Untwist
me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays
call me 'Joey, The Profit' If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit I'm gettin' money, I'm the President Junior And in the hood, they call
Keepin' it real I take a shot of Hennessey Now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my
Eminem huh? You wanna diss us? You wanna diss Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid? Well here goes a remix From us to you This is the truth about Slim Anus... (
(Chorus) you want me to cross the border? well come on baby you want me to cross the border? well come on baby (Boobonic) They call me A.J., A.K.A.
squad, in the mob he the boss, how you want it? caz he got the hard and the soft. Cocaine, They call him shawty blanco, Junior El (Chavo?), in that
to be a drug lord When I'm naughty I always claimed to be a drug lord [1st Verse] Back up in junior high sipping on some gin with my so-called friends
