Lyrics
uh yeah, uh yea,
yo, son why ya nose is runny,
oop's i forgot , i got that pure on me , homie,
that boy fat boy got that crack,
we still making that money,
shit is sweet like honey,
come on sonny , you hungry ,
you funny , hear that bitch in da back,
she even get paid fa that , no profit of this track,
how dare ya azz, assume ima give you cash,
just cuz i got it like that ,
a big azz crib , can't call it my pad,
it's like a white college board, where teachers write at,
shiny marble floor, out of me you neva pictured that,
what what!, nga believe that ,
sing that song bitch, bring soul to the track,
cuz there's murder in murder, neva forget that,
matter fact, this a song, fa you to relax, to,
and ya peoplez too,and to anybody, you could say i miss you,
far away in the sky, away from the ghetto , so peaceful.
