we make the rules...my niggaz is bosses, we ain't taking no losses, just check out my wrist , when the light hit the ice how that mothfucka gliss... bet u get pissed....walking out the front with your bitch...now she all on my dick make her bounce like I hit a switch in 64 impala...I'm all about my dollars...the hip hop frank Sinatra mixed with a little paca how you gone stop us...cocked the glock made it boom shaka locka no nba but my shit be jamming I don't throw it up bitch i slam it. got damnit we getting money this mob ain't a nigga coming for me niggas cant see me you better speak to my homies..we shooting first then asking questions later...that's how you gotta do a playahater stacking my paper until the shit start to mildew bitch I'll kill you.....I'm thugged out