Tekst:
Used Cars Back On Our Own

some real thug stories I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin' y'all, big house driveway full of cars This nigga

, all these niggaz out here snitchin' We was one step away from takin' this crack money And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on

million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your

meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin broads home On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chips bought to make our own porno flicks, my

you. See, what I have to say is so very important to our relationship. Why is it that every time we go out on the town, we get around our friends? Man

on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes Yo kid don't say that That's when we bumped heads with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic The way

Cats like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?" Nigga back on his grind, tryin' to kill son A little shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin'? But jumped back on

me? But uh, uh we both are with Paid In Full I'm not on Paid In Full Records no more, no longer on contract I'm doin' my own thing, Chamillitary Entertainment

on March 5th. March 7th, you would be quit. On March 8th, you know what Mama gonna do for you? Mama gonna put you back on the Vonville circus. [Velma