to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke the
fiends for a fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, give the young G's names Bitches
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
Am I throwing you off? Nope Didn?t think so How you doin? young lady That feelin? that you givin? really drivin' me crazy You don?t have ta play about
gettin' money like we just found oil Uh and that's word to my red flag I live first and leave the bull s**t dead last I lay it down so hard I got a bedrash
kill the game im the young money white knight (yup) plus im looking for the right type cautious of the flood so i always lay the right pipe west put
Dome, Loyal to the game, the game been good to me, Still spittin' fire, you niggas wood to me, We on nigga, let let them hoes know, Young Money lay 'em
up my life Into the boot of your car Must have driven for an hour or two Before I reached Manchester It mystifies me that you'd wanna bring A young
And Weezy the boss And I be stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the, young stunna
scene I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th Aight you Lil Kim clone clown all this buffoonery, the shit stops now time for you to lay down, I'm sick
t asthmatic Jae's buyin' cologne, honey I put on Make 'em run and tell they friends like a marathon Voice baritone, haters carry on Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes Young
body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya What it look like, nigga? It's Young Funeral Told y'all niggas I got
blesses me And as the panting ceased My blood runs now fierce This when I was young, before I knew nothing
I can feel no sense of measure No illusions as we take Refuge in young man's pleasure Breaking down the dreams we make, real One down, one to go Another
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
you Really got to have you, take your time and feel him out When he?s a good boy, I mean a really really good boy Why not let him lay with you? That?s
right for the love of this maiden Down went his hand for the gun that he wore My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay