man this shit is killin me in my heart
it hurt so bad i dont even no how to start

you was my nigga, my dawg, even my round
i jus cant handle all dis got dam stress rite now

you had a smile visible from a mile
made people feel good inside like a newborn child

we used to clown, cut up, and have a good time
i was the ring u was da diamond, thats how we shined

wish i could turn bak da hands of time to da first day
i would have been there for every holiday and even birthday

cant help but miss u, its killin me inside
i can still remember gazin into ur beautiful eyes

these eyes of mine jus cant cry tears no mo
but if i could, u best believe a new river would flow

na listen clear to this, i may not ever do it again
but this one here is for SHAMELDA NICOLE HOUSTON!!!!!!!!!!

ok lets start it, im bout to get retarded
get retonto in da club, cuz i really b da hardest
bankstown cross my bak, cuz i aint from new orleans
dem niggas say im crazy, should have neva got me started

a nigga say dat dey yo friend, but deez niggas really fake
duck tape one of dey asses, leave em floatin in da lake
im really gettin mad, dont no how much i can take
dis nigga playin, grab dat choppa, put dat bitch up in dey face

dat ak gon spary, dat choppa dont play
u fuck wit me, i chop yo ass down from any way
i pull up in dat impala dats painted candy gray
now to all my bebo fans, jus have a nice day.

I pop my trunk and everybody get to running,
The "fireman" bitch like my body in the oven.
I'm one egg short, I'm just tryin to get a dozen.
My name like honey, it got all the bitches buzzing.
The neck of the barrel is so long and narrow,
And it shoot a bunch, you just lunchin and munching like Farrel.
Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow,
I stay high, but on-point like an arrow.
Street nigga baby Im in love with the gravel,
Money gives me life like the man with the gavel
I'm straped at home, I'm strapped when i travel
I pop my trunk and make the bitches spread like cattle

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(I got King Kong in the trunk)...and i feed him banana clips,
And he sing like Gladys Knight and the Pips
Im just sticking to the muthafucking manuscript,
Understand im tryin to get the chips and the dip.
Better know i hold that gun with a Panther grip,
My hollow bullets got tips like a dancer bitch.
Where my money? Where my money? You need to answer quick,
Or I'll get back on my ransom shit. (Put him in the trunk)
So you'll be laying ontop of speakers.
Holes all in you like an old pair of sneakers.
Before I do a day, on the edge, I will leap first.
Bet you any money that I will land feet first.
Married to the Benjamins, battle all my enemies,
Riding with Big Foot, Harry, and the Hendersons.
Godzilla, King Kong...and if i have to park,
I will open up my trunk and it wil be Jurassic Park