In the streets I'm game I can't you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really fake Can't with you no mo' people to you hate So I be solo
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
Mo' money yeah mo' biggy said it look like it true Used to be my But now I'm payed so they sue My garage got My look like a zoo
Middle finger up for the Hope the here isn't you cool, that's real cool You can like you gotta friend But I ain't my money counter And that's the reason I count You saw the (Yeah)
I'm Thinking everybody take my riches Can't take my out my account my bank teller get motion sickness Back and forth, and forth From in the streets or right in court
Candy car like a tank And my crib built like a go to war, I ain't George bush I promise ya'll I'm gone be Cause I trusting my weapon either And that's the I keep a spare
In the streets I'm game I can't you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really fake Can't mess you no mo' Closest people to you So I be rollin'
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
I ain't hangin' with none of Outcast [unverified] Win the grammy the family And all of you gon out
If you don't like it then out Look around and I see I known to get to the presidents Like barrack is on dial it's all about me now
Don't want ya and don't ya You don't grind and get to the And you ain't I won't feed ya I hangin' with no hater
No faker, no I knew it big and they say did And tryna take my credit like visa If lonely at the top
(Top) I'd rather be the closest people to ya The who guna do ya wrong me for a broad I promise that I will lose no Cause jenny crank can be freak But my bank account stay obese
In the streets I'm peepin' I trust you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really really Can't mess you no mo' Closest to you hate So I be solo
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' I'm on the low
I be, lower than low Light blunt I'm smoking the dro Choking, looking, never him And a drunk get popped and I'll open the do Lungs full of smoke that means slower than
Feel like I'm and there's nowhere to go So I, just out the bazooka (Blah) Put a hole in the flo' Luda, I'm so dope wid the Trunk fulla speakers, pocket [unverified]
How much would a wood chuck If a wood chuck could chuck on the wheel Turn it it Blow stack I it earned it Blow [unverified]
Pull tram another blunt Burn it it it up Hear my flow, I it up grab your gats
And em, load, sock em em, cock em And aim it up it up Off in the sky Catch me off in the ride
26 em defenseless 45 always in the side your eyes See me
'Cause I keep And these keep losing Plus I'm, the pimp of the is hatin' and hos is choosing
Look at all the hos you look at all the game I got And you can catch me on the low low Luda solo, beatin' the block
In the streets I'm peepin' I can't you, no no All up in my bigness I on the low low
Say they really really Can't with you no mo' Closest people to you So I be solo
I'm on the low low on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be solo I'm on the low
on the low low on the low low I be rollin', I be solo I'm on the low