My Own

(Young Bleed)<br>See, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks<br>If ya know that`s a nigga aphrodesiac<br>Nigga, where the geez be at?<br>You can catch me chillin steady feelin` like what what what<br>Y`all niggas get the feelin` huh<br>Willin` and able to snatch the money off the table and keep bailin` <br>and hailin` them twigs, nigga ain`t no tellin` <br>Steady hustlin` high it`s do or die for a hustla<br>Do your thing remain same and loyal customers<br>Pack your things with mufflers and watch yo back<br>It`s like that, we gon` ice that<br>But if they strike back is you ready for me?<br>Better be, some hoes will never be<br>Slippin` in this game, nigga never me<br>Nigga, don`t give a fuck if ya bigger<br>The zag zipper got it off the hook<br>Know the bitches, no look haters don`t wanna crumble the crook<br>Leave em shook, keep flippin` em<br>See that`s the past time, but nigga, your boys follow me, <br>I`m gonna blast mine<br>Nigga huh, nigga what<br><br>Chorus: Young Bleed (repeat 2X)<br><br>Time is money, money is time, <br>that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, <br>call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla, <br>anything in my way, I"m comin` for your jugular<br>(*Too Short says "Bitch!" throughout repeat*) <br><br>(Too $hort)<br>Now where you think you goin` bitch, I ain`t through with you<br>I ain`t seen no other hoes I wanna do it to<br>got you hella drunk, so I might as well keep you<br>take you to a hotel and freak you bitch<br>Short Dogg gettin` at that ass <br>I stripped her butt naked then I tapped that ass<br>I could tell the way she dance, she like to fuck<br>Gotta get her out the pants, I like em up<br>Punk bitches stare, they can`t compare to you<br>These fake hoes don`t know what real players do, bitch<br>I popped in the nudey tape, bitch<br>I love the way the booty shakes<br>So when I hit it from the backside say oh shit<br>Gotta get it like that while I stroke the clit<br>Roll a big fat join start smokin` it<br>Cuz I`m a real ass nigga I ain`t jokin` Bitch, bitch, bitch, BEOTCH<br><br>Chorus: Too $hort<br><br>Time is money, money is time, <br>that Nigga Bleed and Too Short done hopped on the grind, <br>call it a crime, that`s the life of a hustla, <br>and if ya get in my way, you gettin` fucked up BITCH<br><br>(Young Bleed)<br>Lookin` at the sunshine and it`s about that time<br>Fo a nigga like me to get down for mine<br>From the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, Breakin` dirt<br>for whatever it`s worth<br>You know, gotta take it slow though <br>People gonna wanna take my photo<br>You don`t know though, that`s why I stay solo<br>Hounded like a mad man, kickin` up dust <br>Ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my way<br>No more discussion, what`s the repercussion?<br>When it really don`t matter, niggas get shattered dreams, <br>when they see the buckshots scatter<br>Save the chatter for the mama, you ain`t bout no drama<br>I can see it in ya eyes, your just another number<br>Welcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimps<br>Where if it don`t make dollars, then it don`t make sense<br>That`s evidence, I touched the game and no left no fingerprints<br>And dug up the grave of slaves, flippin` dead presidents, ya heard me<br><br>Chorus: Young Bleed (solo 2X)<br><br>(Young Bleed)<br>Young Bleed, Too Short, 99, know what I`m sayin, one time nigga