(Chorus)x2
Blaze Up The Piff,Shorty Got That Kush....
I Got That Bin Laden And That George Bush...
(Verse-1)-Hungry-412
I Wish I Knew All Along U Neva Wrong When Ur Money's Right...
And Growing Up Spoiled Gone Lead To A Rotten Life...
The Streets Is A Crap Game,U Either Buck It Or You Fukk It Twice...
On The First Date,Ya Girl Sukked Me And She Fukked Me Twice...
Yeah You Fukked 1 Of My b**hes...But Not My TOP Hoe...
I Stay Getting Top Bro..On The Way To The Top Yo...
Fukk Friends But I got Love For My Haterz Tho...
I Pick And Roll On b**hes..They Got No Choice To Give And Go...
So Kool I Could Clap A n***a And nobody knows...
When That sh** Happened Right Up Under They Nose...
(Chorus)x2
Blaze Up The Piff,Shorty Got That Kush....
I Got That Bin Laden And That George Bush
(Verse-2)-Hungry-412
I Don't Give A Fukk,And I Ain't Neva Cared...
So You Best To Pump Ya Breaks...Down Shift A Couple Of Gears...
Or You Could See The Nine..See The Hands..Or See Me Shine...
n***as Is Nosey Like b**hes..They Trying To See Whats Mines...
I Feeding Ya Swag,I'm feeding ya style,I Fukked Your Baby's Mom
Now She Bout To Have My Fukking Child...Ain't That Cray...
The Only Chick You Ever Loved...
I Would Be On The Other Side Of The Fence..
If I Would Have Wore A Rub..But I Didn't
That sh** Was Dumb As fukk...I Must Admit Hungry..
Was Back Up On The Bullsh**...Cuz I Ain't Give A Fukk...
And I Ain't Neva Care...U Wanted To See A heartless n***a..
Here I Go Right Here...
See We Can Both Do That sh**..
But That sh** Don't Make No Sense,No Dollars
Just Problems,Hoe Problems,No Ballin,Just Stallin'..
When My Chips Is Down...
I'm Going All In...
On Everything U Love...
Till My Number Called In...
(Chorus)x2
Blaze Up The Piff,Shorty Got That Kush....
I Got That Bin Laden And That George Bush
(Verse-3)-Hungry-412
What The Fukk Is This...
Everybody Wanna Spit That sh**...
So Yaw Mines Well Pa** The b**h..
And Let A Hungry n***a hit The sh**....
Even Tho I Been Hit The b**h...
U And Hit Lick...I Hit And Quit..U Hit And Miss...
I Must Admit..T>B>H....
All Yaw n***a Do Is Hate...
In P>G>H...Don't Let A Hater...
Seal Ya Fate...Steal Ya Cake...
Steal Ya Plate...Ya Shorty's Loving Me...
She Trying To Steal My Face...
In The End...It's Going Lead To A Child Support Case...
I Keep It Real..I Keep It Hill..I Keep It Ville...I Keep It WestSide...
Be On The South..And Got Peeps From The Northside
I Down To Ride..I'm Down To Try...I'm Down To Fly..
You Only Die Once...So I'm Gone Try Everything...
A Couple Of Times...I'm Trying To Shine...
And For Real Shorty...I Don't Got The Time...
To Wine And Dine..I'm Getting Mines...
Out Of Sight And Out Of Mind...When U See Me Homie..
Just Holla..Or Justin Timberlake.."Out Of Time"...