cant stop the rain cant stop the pain allup in the game fuck the fame wood grain in the bmw in the scape the four rub no hugs no love call me young bugzy for the side the river where were all about are figers back when we where geting the work for a hill break bad is like what we had made these suckas sad all the shit i had but iam glad made it out with gucci balts and double gs on my feet only bad bitch stand next to me charge them fees all up in the b living out my dream serving these feinds playing for the winning stay sucka free weighting gramz on the digy stacking up my lout Gucci boots union square i dont care no fear like the white boy gear turn out a squre bitch maker strip have her buy me fits lock on her like a pit these busters make me sick 30 dick geting work from a hick fucking Marlin like i was mick whats is it that your lookin for are just another silly hoe you no iamall about my doe thats all that i came here for you niggas say cant stop wont stop but your talking to the cops just got new glocks with your high sock your whole crew looking like some 2 pacs in and out like red hawk you niggas cock block with your bitch at my spot well you on hop that shit is that shit the really needs to stop work in the block