maken money is what i do/ maken enemies what i do/ you talk that shit i shoot up ya whole crew/ cause i got no time for petty games/ im a hustler who pack them heavy thangs/ im from virginia where we cook,cut it up and its off to da block/ im on dis hustle yall cant knock/ im the one you go to when you need to shop/ you know only got the best/ you can call me super man, but i got no S on my chest/
I'd like to meet:
i want to meet people who want to meet me.
Music:
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls I got a Bentley that I only drove one time 50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back Cause I got/I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look/I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor The after 'math don't drop them And 50 ain't rockin' with him No more, IT'S OKAY, I get it poppin' Whole club rockin' Like a '64 impala Drink cris, throw it up Call the shit hydraulics Then piss in the cup Call the shit hypnotic I bleed Compton Spit crack and shit chronic And you new niggaz ain't shit But new niggaz Played to get shooed niggaz I'm talkin' ta you, nigga Bouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West side, man Sellin' another 5 million albums, YES I AM Fresh like damn This nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim Inside the lamborghini in the shotgun with Snoop What would the motherfuckin' West coast be without one crip and one Blood/My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box Thought I was 'bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT!/I'm stuck on hip-hop right now, but i like everything.
Movies:
Fast and the Furious
Television:
im too busy to watch t.v.
Books:
some navy manuals for my job, you know thats what i do!
Heroes:
MY MOTHER, I Love you with all my heart! I miss you!
