Plies Album

(feat. Trey Songz)

[Verse 1:]
Went to sleep real Woke up realer
Who the affiliated ex drug dealer
Resume silent Street cred bigger
Click full of soldiers All of us killers
Never seen one I'm what they call a real nigga
Pocket full of cash Body full of liquor
Put my whips on it Bet he ain't triller
If I don't know ya homie Hands on pistols

[Chorus:]
You lookin at da man
Stacks and rubber bands(yep)
Action for the cameras
You can ask the fans cause
They say I'm da man
Watch me pull my pants up
Watch me do my dance(yep)
Stacks and rubber bands(yep)
You lookin at da man
Whip on 22's
Floatin when I move
Askin what it do
You lookin at da man
Watch me pull my pants up
Watch me do my dance(yep)
Stacks and rubber bands(yep)

[Verse 2]
Key to the city Name carry weight
I don't fuck with niggas Most of them fake
You behind the ears Jumped off the post lake
Where I'm from homie Home of the goons aid
Came up slow All off of shake
Grandma dyin Hard to be straight
Just left court My dog lost his case
They gave him life homie All for them 28's

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Product of the hood Came from the gutta
Been through it all Still remain a hustla
Ride or die homie Before I fuckin struggle
Choppa game serious Got it from my brother
Learn the hard way Streets don't love ya
Snitchin at a high Dope game in trouble
Whip game shaky Yea you gone suffa
I'm da man homie Can't deny it sucka

[Chorus]

[Talking: Plies]
Ay man I heard a couple of niggas around here
Who said they don't like me man
And I got a couple niggas around here brah
Who owe me a lil paper
Niggas ain't answering they phone no mo
[? ]
I'm a tell you how I'm a handle this here man

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don't like me but it's all gravy
Keep playing with me and I'm a f**k your ol' lady

[Verse 1:]
Make yo bitch leave home and don't come back
Sit her down in that chevy and change her whole life
Make her hang in the hood and watch me shoot dice
And take her back to the crib and f**k her on 50 stacks
Fo' you play with me dawg you betta get it right
Tell you straight up homie I'm playin real trife
Walk up straight in the club nigga with yo wife
And make her dance in front of me while I drank yak
And let her and her homegirls rock all night
And just to piss you off I'm a let her throw a stack
And everytime you see her I'm a dress her in something tight
And when you start to miss her I'm a make you buy a bite
And let her push the whip while I sit in the back
And make yo ho sleep naked with me all night
And put hickies all over her nigga that's what she likes
Keep playing with me and I'll f**k up your whole life

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don't like me but it's all gravy
Keep playing with me and I'm a f**k your ol' lady

[Verse 2:]
I don't want yo side ho nigga I want yo main bitch
The one you call babe the one you in love with
Make yo hoe pack yo shit
And make her call you right now and tell you it's over with
Befo she hang up the phone she gon tell you she's plies bitch
And when you call her back gonna have her number switched
And I'm a f**k her everyday until I get her thick
And Make her put my name on her nails and shit
And keep her hair did fo her and full of dick
I Might move her out the hood nigga just to pick
I know how to make you niggas lose weight real quick
And have you walking round this bitch looking real sick

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain't gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don't like me but it's all gravy
Keep playing with me and I'm a f**k your ol' lady

[Intro:]
Ay bra drop us off right here
Right here the blue house bra
Ay bra let's get in these bushes
When that fuck nigga get here he gets it

[Hook:]
You don't know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes
Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish
Keep bullshittin nigga I'mma be right in yo bushes

You don't know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes
Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish
Keep bullshittin nigga I'mma be right in yo bushes

[Verse 1:]
But get dropped off with them goons late night
We gone dug off with them choppas and sit tight
Lay right in yo bushes until you come back
And when we finish them crackas gone have to put you on ice
Nigga jumpin up out them bushes ain't nothin nice
We gone throw some shit but ain't gone be rice
Hollow points gone be whistlin comin back to back
Nigga we murkin we ain't worried bout you buckin back
We ain't come for the money we come for yo life
Nigga we patient with this shit we'll lay all night
We done did it before laid till the sunlight
You don't know it yet but fuck nigga you gettin wiped

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Got on my monkey suit layin in this wet grass
Got me hot pussy I wanna give it to you bad
Soon as you turn up in this bitch we puttin it on yo ass
Fuck niggas that run they mouths don't last
Me and my goons don't argue nigga we toe tag
You ain't do it right them crackas gone bring them body bags
Wanna see what you do when you see that ski mask
Want see you smile for that yoppa when you see it flash
We ain't gone let you get out we shootin thru yo glass
Walkin to yo car shooting that choppa lookin mad
Bustin from the front, the goons bustin from the back
Clique of young niggas gettin off in all black

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
My goons lurk all day lookin for spots
Tryin to find where you layin and what you got
Might done followed you home weither you know it or not
Until we peep something nigga we circling the block
Keep them yoppas on deck so we ready to squab
Nigga ridin all mornin since 7 o'clock
I'm on yak they on pills we ready to wile
So if you slippin and we peep you we ready to plie
Four yoppas fifty rounds two hundred shots
All us ridin with big toolies no glocks
All the yoppas off safety no locks
Better hope yo bushes ain't our next spot

[Hook]

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28's and jewelry to show
And ain't a ho I can't f**k I got ho's to loan
Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo

[Verse 1:]
As soon as a nigga get knocked the streets call him dumb
When this shit hit the fan everybody run
I don't know a nigga yet who did this shit and won
Money mean nothing to ya if you ain't got a bond
The streets scared now cause everybody getting hung
Lawyers sittin back sucking all a nigga fund
Said it ain't cool when the rapper got the gun
This shit a game to these crackas and they having fun
The nigga you thought wouldn't tell will be the first one
It'll take number one f**k up and a nigga done
Visitation room that ain't how I wanna see my son
But I don't think about none of this shit when I'm stuntin

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28's and jewelry to show
And ain't a ho I can't f**k I got ho's to loan
Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo

[Verse 2:]
I don't know if 25 years worth 2 years of ballin
That's a big pill to take and I ain't trynna swallow it
F**k round and get jammed and all this shit falling
Take the streets from a nigga then a nigga starving
Tried to let it go the money kept calling
Streets been good to me got a nigga flossing
Same shit a nigga love be the shit that cost him
Money make niggas hate turn niggas salty
Go to prison now don't take me from my shawty
Bout time I get out he gon be off in college
Game f**ked up now cause all these niggas talking
I'm a street nigga I ain't got too many options

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28's and jewelry to show
And ain't a ho I can't f**k I got ho's to loan
Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo

[Verse 3:]
Nigga always told me to get in this shit and get out
But he ain't tell me bout all the laws and all the drama
You back to square one after a nigga break into your house
It's hard to come up shit when you gotta keep burnin out
Is cars jewelry and ho's what it's all about
I don't know it lil daddy I just want a nice amount
Just gave my lil cousin eleven years for an ounce
You broke and f**kin with these ho's they gon ask you to bounce
And niggas buying shit now they can't even pronounce
Done f**ked up so much money shit can't even count
Hope I don't wake up one morning with them crackas in my house
With guns drawn on me and with enditment papers out

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28's and jewelry to show
And ain't a ho I can't f**k I got ho's to loan
Just don't know if this shit worth goin fed fo

[Chorus: x2]
Just hit me a lick finna blow a check
Got stacks on me goons on deck
Finna slide thru tha strip club and make a h mess
Iono won't that hoe I want dat bitch

[Verse:]
I got a stack in every pocket, pistol on waist, liquor in my hand, no smile on my faace, hand full dat shit, I'm finna throw away, finna ball, been countin money all day, lil boy move, big boy finna play, blow dis shit, en' nuttin but paper n e way, nuttin nigga money f**k nigga n e way, nigga slip and dun took it, all I'm a say, nigga lame, he a rookie, nigga okay, finna snatch me a hoe, spend it on bay, got fire on me, f**k it I'm a parlay, now I'm lookin for da right hoe I'm a slay.

[Chorus x2]

To all money gon nigga, f**k it I'm a hang, if she bad, and she f**k it, I'm a blow change

[Chorus: x2]
Somebody loves you baby
Oh oh ooh
Somebody loves you baby
Oooohh, ooohh

[Verse 1:]
Wish I could hug every nigga who done lost trail
And go see all da ones that visits inna while
To all da goons that's down Wish I can help em smile
To show my niggas I love em I'll walk a hundred miles
Bless my dawg who got killed in his own house
Help him pull through if they ont life support now
The only thang I live for is to make my son proud
My heart go out to all da young niggaz that's runnin wild
I said ah prayer for all da mommas who done lost they child
That 12 year old who wanna fuck GOD slow it down
In life all dis? Help her to turn it round'
Please reach out nd Help her GOD before she drown

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I know dat feelin when it feel like nobody care
When you goin through yo problems itseems like nobody there
I started question myself, "If GOD really care"
Sometimes I cut off all the lights in the room and stare
Wonder if he bought me this far To drop me off here
I know it seems sometimes like Life ain't fair
They say the only thing u can count on in dis world is prayer
I prayed so much I thought that GOD could'nthear
Cause I done been through so much bullshit this pass year
It's hard to find muafuckaz 90 Sincere
The streets make it so hard for u to think clear
I'd give up all dis shit To have my brother here

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I gotta call from my homegirl Her momma died
Somebody home invaded nd took her momma life
I just held the phone n listened to her cry
She kept repeating herself All she asked was "why"
Could only imagine what she goin through on the inside
Cause when my brother went to prison Half me died
Ain't nuttin but pressures in the world homie they lyin'
U gotta take da good with da bad and take it and stride
The right amount of pressure could make u commit suicide
But imagine the pressure onna nigga who can't provide
When everything goin wrong it's hard to do right
You goin through it right now
All I wanna say is...

[Chorus]

[Whispering:]
I feel like fuckin', I feel like fuckin', I feel like fuckin'

[Chorus:]
I'm just in one of them moods, I feel like fuckin'
Wanna lay up in somethin' wet, and punish somethin'
I want a nice lil' baby who ain't got on nothin'
I got a taste for some pussy, I feel like fuckin' [x2]

Ate pussy in the shower for the first time last week
I got a confession to make to the world, I'm a freak
I think about wet pussy, all in my sleep
My fantasy is to get caught, fuckin' on the beach

The best pussy you can get is when you gotta sneak
I call my lil' baby a shooter; when she nut, she skeet
If I had my choice of how I'm a die, I'd be in some pussy, beatin'
Bammin' pussy, then leave and cause a nigga cheatin'

My baby sore, cause I done fucked her twice, this evenin'
Said I fuck her so good, it feel like she dreamin'
Got her playin' with herself for no apparent reason
Need some more of that pussy, cause a nigga feenin'

[Chorus]

All this liquor keep me horny than a motherfucker
Just text bay and ask her could I come fuck her
Only yak here, but shit, her ass in trouble
Goin' to beat bay, so that mean no rubber

That's my motherfuckin' best, nigga, that's how I cut her
We been fuckin for a while, that's how we fuck each other
Love diggin' in lil' mama, cause it get gutta
Seem like that pussy go to runnin', soon as you touch her

When I get in that pussy, I'm tryin' to pull a muscle
Ready to come up out these boxers, so I can gon' and fuck her
I can blame it on the liquor, if I wanna suck her
Know I'm ready to fuck bad than a motherfucker

[Chorus]

Can be four in the mornin' or two in the afternoon
Just thinking 'bout that pussy get me in my mood
Knowin' that pussy on it's way, get me in my groove
Nothin' like a bad bitch, who body smooth

Lay her flat on the bed, and look at her in the nude
Then fuck on every inch of the whole room
Money first, then pussy, then food
Around fat pussy, it's hard to keep my cool

Gotta turn my head, so I don't fuckin' drool
I can tell when I want it; feel my boxers move
Yet they pussy get wet, when they want it too
Good pussy the worst thing you can ever lose

[Chorus]

[Whispering:]
I feel like fuckin', I feel like fuckin', I feel like fuckin', I feel like fuckin'

[Intro:]
Ay bra, I woke up this mornin bra
And I check my stash dawg (check my stash dawg)
And my cash was lookin truly beautiful (truly beautiful)
I think I'm goin out stuntin today (whaaaaat)

[Hook:]
Watch dis
Man I can't wait for the summer
I'mma show you how to be a stunna
Watch dis
Pull up in a brand new hummer
Got it like 3 different colors
Watch dis
Stones on my neck and my wrist
Matchin the paint on my whip
Wha-wha-watch this
Take about 3 to the crib
Betcha don't do it like this

Watch dis
Man I can't wait for the summer
I'mma show you how to be a stunna
Watch dis
Pull up in a brand new hummer
Got it like 3 different colors
Watch dis
Stones on my neck and my wrist
Matchin the paint on my whip
Wha-wha-watch this, Watch this

[Verse 1:]
I don't feel right, ain't got enough haters
Somebody send me some, so I can aggravate them
You ain't in my league dawg
You ain't got no fuckin paper
I done fucked her
I'mma let you chase her
Yo money ain't right dawg
Better stay yo ass home
I'm in my stunt mode
Better cut yours on
I broke a record throwin money, 20 straight songs
I got my hammer cocked
Pussy I'm in my fuckin zone (fuckin zone)
Just let me ask you sumthin, how you gonna rob a goon
Try me if you wanna, be a dead nigga comin soon
Somethin under my shirt (somethin under my shirt)
Will change your attitude
I lay my stunt down, give me some fuckin room

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Well since you brought it up, let's talk about money
That little shit you got, No real came from it
That shit you doin dawg
We call that shit frontin
Ol peon ass nigga, you ain't spent nothin
You niggas round here talkin
It's time to show something
You want it but can't afford it
Then you ain't really stuntin
Check my resume, nigga I'm known for dumpin
Park in front of the club, And left my shit runnin
Jack boys send em please so I can bun em
Touch me if you want, I bet them fuckin goons comin
That carbine 15 will leave yo pussy ass jumpin
Class in session nigga, Watch me and learn somethin

[Hook]

Watch this, this, this

[Hook:]
Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me nigga,

Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Who hotter than me,

Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 1:]
How you feel hater's ya hatin didn't work
Thanks to ya'll I'm the hottest thing on Earth
Got the bitches and the goons but I'm the first
Rose a couple mil and still in the verve
Catch me flushin through the city shawty no shirt
I don't fall gonna come on the first
Blew life in the streets had em rebirth
See me on fire hater I know it gotta hurt
I'm so hood classic words
Wanna talk business what's in the purse
Am I gon die won't get murked
Who hotta than me nobody sir

[Hook: x2]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 2:]
Bet cha can't name a hoe who don't want me
Like ya can't name a city I ain't hot in
Make you rich but by 30 grand
On fire dawg where my fans
Tell you what to call me promoter best friend
Put yo money on me if you want win
Lot of rappers sittin home on the weekend
Got a waitin list shawty put chall off in
Can't move me dawg from 130 grand
Try ta give me 29 if ya think I'm playin
Who runnin the streets where all the moats end
Streets done spoke shawty I'm the man

[Hook: x2]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 3:]
Somebody put me out I'm on fire
Please tell dem fags I'm retired
Know a lot of rappers for hire
Streets don't fuck with you, you a liar
Plies real you preaching to the choir
Yo budds in the streets expired
Count a 100 grand I'm kinda tired
Keep your hoe from round me 'fore I buy her
Goons love me I'm they supplier
Street cred don't get no higher
Got the 40 homie cause I'm lired
Sincerely yours Mr. Pliers

[Hook:]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me

[Intro: Speaking]
Man I hope y'all can excuse me for a little minute man. Just sitting here thinking about my lil partner who just got killed
It's wild dog, how the mother fucker you love the most, seem like them the ones who always die first
Dog I just wish I had the opportunity to just bring my nigga back for 1 day hommie.

[Chorus:]
Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play
Then go to show'em how his baby mom then went astray
And how the fuck niggas that claim they love him then walked away [x2]

[Verse 1:]
God give me my nigga for 24 hours, so we can ride and laugh at these pussy ass cowards
Hit the liquor store, park and just talk for hours
Show'em how after a nigga die, how they loose they power
Nigga forget about you dog, after they give you them flowers
O'l tryflin ass baby mom, then got wilder
Now she fucking that nigga you robbed with the pink impala
And like I told you before dog that hoe sour
And you can fuck these hoes dog but don't howl em
Bitch you ain't got shit dog, money arouse them
After a nigga dead and gone they loose they value
Hoe cried at your funeral, and changed right after

[Chorus:]
Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play
Then go to show'em how his baby mom then went astray
And how the fuck niggas that claim they love him then walked away [x2]

[Verse 2:]
When you first died niggas set around your momma all day
But since your funeral them niggas ain't went that fucking way
Thought when you die your dog suppose step to the plate
You ain't got to worry, I gotta I'm make sure she straight
Make you question if the love was real or was it fake
Outta sight, outta mind guess it's true what they say
When you was here them was the main niggas in your face
You ain't gotta deal with them fuck niggas, you in a better place
I almost cried when I seen your son the other day
You couldn't deny that one, boy look like you all the way
I thought love was forever, I guess that ain't the case
First you die, then they bury u, then niggas walk away

[Chorus:]
Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play
Then go to show'em how his baby mom then went astray
And how the fuck niggas that claim they love him then walked away [x2]

[Verse 3:]
I'm sitting right here hommie, eyes full a tears
Never thought that pain last this many years
One thing I learned from all this shit, life real
Rep your name till I die, hommie that's how I feel
Watched how everything changed, since you got killed
Two days after you died, niggas broke in your crib
Niggas saying your lil cousin, the one who stole your wheel
This shit probably shouldn't fuck with me, but it really is
Motherfuckers showed me what shisty really is
What going to happen after I die, one of my biggest fears
Seeing what my partner then been through, got me scared as hell
I pray the god my life don't end like his

[Chorus:]
Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play
Then go to show'em how his baby mom then went astray
And how the fuck niggas that claim they love him then walked away [x2]

(feat. Ne-Yo)

[Plies: Talkin]
Ay can I please talk to my
BUST IT BABYS real quick homie,
Let me bring you in my world (plies) and
Let you kno what I call a bust it baby

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
She got me speedin in the fast lane,
Pedal to the floor man, tryna get bak to her love...
Best believe she got that good thang,
She my lil hood thing, ask around they know us...
They kno that's minnee (BUSS IT) Baybayy...
Evrybody know that's mine (BUSS IT) Baybayy...
EVrybody know that's minnee...

[Verse 1: Plies]
If I wasn't married to the streets, it would be you
Your lips, what make you so cute
Love when you poke yo mouth when u mad to,
Save yo numba in muh fone under lil boo
Like yo sex, but more in love with wat u do,
Turn me on how you stare at me when we thru
When you give it to me, I don't wanna turn ya loose
Scared to moan round ya, so all I can say is ooh
My favorite panties uh yours, are 1's tht see thru
One with da pink trim on em, and they light blue
Speakin for da goons, thank god fo makin u
BUSS IT BABY, is what I call u

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
She got me speedin in the fast lane,
Pedal to the floor man, tryna get bak to her love...
Best believe she got that good thang,
She my lil hood thing, ask around they know us...
They kno that's minnee (BUSS IT) Baybayy...
Evrybody know that's mine (BUSS IT) Baybayy...
EVrybody know that's minnee...

[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
Yea Yea... (so now),
They say he's an entertainer, (slow down)
Your just one more, (he don't respect you)
He just gon hurt you and neglect you
Well let em say what they wanna(yeaa)
I made a promise(yeaa),
To do you right and I'm gonna(heyy)
Girl id do everthing I can,
To prove I'm a betta man,
Than ya friends think I amm...

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
She got me speedin in the fast lane,
Pedal to the floor man, tryna get bak to her love...
Best believe she got that good thang,
She my lil hood thing, ask around they know us...
They kno that's minnee (BUSS IT) Baybayy...
Evrybody know that's mine (BUSS IT) Baybayy...
EVrybody know that's minnee...

[Verse 3: Plies]
I jus gave her a nickname, it's wet-wet,
Cause when we finish, she mess up all my bed set
She got sum to relax me when I'm under stress,
Neva told her, or let her kno, but she da best
She like to spell her name with her tounge on my chest,
If you wuda told me it was dis gud, I wud neva guessed
She full of surprises, I dnt kno what shell do next
But while she sleep, I'll sneak and put hickes on her neck
And when she go out, she shut down the hole set,
Love to see her in heels, with da slit in her dress
She like to do her own hair, get her own checks,
My BUSS IT BABY, I keep her on deck

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
She got me speedin in the fast lane,
Pedal to the floor man, tryna get bak to her love...
Best believe she got that good thang,
She my lil hood thing, ask around they know us...
They kno that's minnee (BUSS IT) Baybayy...
Evrybody know that's mine (BUSS IT) Baybayy...
EVrybody know that's minnee...

[Hook:]
Already told ya dawg, I'm a button ya ass
Nigga sizing me dawg, something I will not have
Swear to god on a stack of bibles, I'm off ya ass
Fuck around with me, you gone get that shit bag

Already done told ya dawg, I'm a button ya ass
Nigga sizing me dawg, something I will not have
Swear to god on a stack of bibles, I'm off ya ass
Fuck around with me, you gone get that shit bag

[Verse 1:]
Woke up this mornin hired me a lawyer
Told him be ready to bail me out, when I call ya
Next bitch that play with me, I'mma off em
When I pull my fire, you can gone chalk em
Nigga do somethin to me, you crazy fuck
Ain't no fakin over here, I'm shootin yo ass up
Playin them gangsta games will get yo ass bust
Go and tell yo momma, Go and pick the church
I'll put that muthafuckin yoppa right in yo gut
Next time you see me in these streets, I'm on high alert
So go and come with that bullshit and leave bust
Betta make sure your ready before you pull a stunt

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Try me I bet I leave yo ass in a pamper
First bitch get outta line I'm makin an example
Thinkin bout tryin me, you better go an cancel
Kill one of you bitch niggas, that's my final answer
Have you pissin and shittin in the same bag nigga
Set yo ass on fire with this fo' nigga
Spec the room where I'mma leave yo ass stank nigga
And ain't leavin that house if I ain't got my pistol
Keep playin you gonna get yo muthafuckin issue
Fuckin with the wrong nigga get yo ass crippled
Come from under my shirt shoot straight missles
Make you a part of that shit bag family nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I Ain't argugin and I ain't talkin shit out
Fuck talkin nigga let's gone shoot it out
You niggas playin like you is, this ain't what you bout
Being pussy I never have and never will
I ain't shooting to scare nigga I'm shootin to kill
Been bout that life nigga, I been trill
Tell you niggas straight up, Shit been real
You ain't ready to leave then you betta chill
You niggas talkin that shit, better know yo choppa skills
Cause yo muthafuckin brains will get spilled
Fuckin round with me will get yo cap peeled
Better play with somebody else if you wanna live

[Hook]

(feat. Jamie Foxx & The-Dream)

Wats wappenin babii?

Let yo' lil whoa plies tell ya wats goin on with him right now!
Mah hands been gettin me in alot of trouble latey so,

[Jamie Foxx:]
Please excuse my hands dey jus wanna touch,
Dey jus wanna feel, dey dnt mean no harm,
Babi jus excuse my hands, babi plz excuse my hands, I apoligise dey have a 1 track mind, to sqeeze on your behind babi jus exuse my hands

[Plies:]
With my hands I can make you do alot of thangs have you engagin in some activities you can't explain, leave mah finger prints on every of your fuckin frame, with dis one dick I can make you in shang get dis liquor in m3 my hands get dey own brains, dey wanna touch dey wana rub, dey wana feel ya frame, run my hands in your hair go against your grain, let m3 massage you babi and help you ease your pain, you wana get comfortable well take your shorts off I can't help you change, wana take mi hands off but dey just gone call your name, if I can't sqeeze and hold ya it ain't gone feel da same, it ain't my fault babi my hands da one to blame

[Chorus]

[The-Dream:]
Do you like dis and do you like dat I promise you gone like da way I touch on you, so jump up in dis benz and let da seat back, when my dick to your body say "ohh" I'm a do it til your mouth breathes "no more" I said excuse my hands she said boy stop plain make love to your # one fan

[Plies:]
B4 I kiss and make love I wanna touch, can you plz face da wall you bout to get searched mah hands talkin to me dey want now wats under your skirt let me be da one to do da under your shirt mah hands dnt like to be unemployed dey like to do work, I've been told my hands a lil manish dey like to flirt, god knows women da sexiest thang he put on dis earth, mah hands cravin your lil sweet body and it's gettin wosrt, I wana thank you & your body for helin me write dis verse my hands will neva leave your body babi dey so loyal, do me a favor look on da dresser and grab dat babi oil, ain't got to be da 1 too do it my hands gone spoil ya

[Chorus]

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 1)
Im tryin to stay hood but I aint tryin to die here, I need to be able to spend money with out fear, the kinda money I can bawl for da whole year, I wana crib so big I can dissapear, I want da marble floors with da hangin shandleirs, I need to be able to drink yak insted of beer, I dont want a deck behind my house I want a peir, I want a walk in closest, a closet full of gear, I wana be able to buy 4 new whips every year, and ;eave da t.v runnin dawg while I aint here, I aint gotta worry bout da bills cus da money der, I wana live like da rich folks up in here,

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 2)
Wen a nigga tell you he likes sellin dope hes a damn lie, cus if he did then hed sell dope for no price, we just willin to take chances and get by, aint like we like to do it, we gotta sell by,cus if you dont theres a good chance you goin to die, all we need is a lil money and we alright, cus most niggas just want a peice of the good life, the worst feelin is the shit you cant buy, whats filet mion when you aint got da money to try, all dat miracle shit dont work for my kind, one thing about us we like to shine, guess you shouldnt expect shit if you dont wana grind

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 3)

F**k hood rich, I wana be rich for real, I dont want no gun I want a million f**kin dollar bills, be in mind its brand new and sit it on da edge, walk into my sons room, and you cant tell if its mine or his, I want my son to be the first one wit a wheel, I want to sen my son to collage and pay it up for four years, let the streets be mad and tell em he anit real, the motherf**kers hate you when good is how you live, cus nine days broke is wat da streets call real, the same mother f**kers who cant pay there f**kin bills, take it from me bein broke, that aint trill, it feels even better bein worth a couple mil,

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(feat. Keyshia Cole & J. Holiday)

[Plies:]
It's Plies, baby {Plies, baby}
And next time you see somebody homie that's so bad that you can't resist them
Walk up to 'em and tell that you they #1 Fan

[Keyshia Cole:]
Hey I've been watchin' you all night...
All night {All night}
So DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you {DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you} mine...
All mine... {Mine... }
I don't need no more convincin' you got my attention
You got me baby

I'm your number one, your number one
I'm your number one, fan
Your number one, I'm your number one, your number one
I'm your number one, fan

See you got me goin'
Baby I can't explain it
Whateva you doin' is workin'
Baby don't change it
Eh, Eh
I'm your number one, I'm your number one, I'm your number one, fan

[Plies:]
I like tha solution baby for recognizin' swag
You still a virgin 'n' if a goon ain't some'n' you eva had
Prefer mine out tha hood, but I respect class
Glad you didn't let me scare yuh, I'mma pass that
Gaurantee you I'm top, I'm better than your last
Good girls I love 'em, I like to turn 'em bad
One night I can make you forget all 'bout your past
When it's over be able to teach your own class
Opportunity of a life time, don't let it pass
Longer we wait tha better, we got to move fass
Before it's over my name gon be on your car tag
Tha feelin' you lookin' for, baby I can give you that
[J. Holiday:] (Hey, I've been watchin' you all night)

[J. Holiday:]
All night...
So DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you mine...
All mine...
I don't need no more convincin' you got my attention
You got me baby

I'm your number one, {Your number one}
Your number one, {number one}
I'm your number, fan {Ohhh Baby}
Your number one, Oooo
Your number one, {I'm your number one}
I'm your number one, {number one}
Your number one, fan

See you got me goin'
Baby I can't explain it
Whateva yuh doin' is workin'
Baby don't change it
Eh

I'm your number one, your number one, your number one fan

[Plies:]
This seen alotta thangs
It been around tha world
Buh never once met somebody this bad girl
I unno if you a fan of mine
Buh I'mma fan of yours
Cute face, 'n' a pretty smile, 'n' nice curves
Couldn't even talk when I seen yuh
I was at a loss of words
Been yuh number one fan
Ever since I seen yuh, girl
Fell victim for yuh when I seen yuh body twirl
Couldn't sit back and wait
Had to get to you first
Let chu play in my bank account
To see yuh splur
All I can think 'bout since I seen yuh is his and hers
You've been promised it all in a line you ain't heard
I'm your number one fan,
And I mean erry word
[J. Holiday:] (Hey, I've been watchin' you all night)

[J. Holiday:]
All night... PHeyyyy}
[Keyshia Cole:]
So DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you mine... [Mine... ]
All mine... {M-Mine baby}
[J. Holiday:]
I don't need no more convincin' you got my attention
You got me baby

[J. Holiday & Keyshia Cole:]
I'm your number one, {I'm your number one}
Yuh number one, {Yuh number one] {I'm your number fan!... }
I'm your number one, {I'm your number, See... }

You got me goin'
Baby I can't explain it
Whateva yuh doin' is workin'
Baby don't change it
Eh, Eh

I'm your number one, I'm your number one, I'm your number one, fan.
Fan, Fan, Fan...
[Fades out]

Ooohhhhh
She My Bust It Baby [x6]

[Plies:]
First time we had sex, it was like a movie
Both of us fell asleep, both us was woozy
Love how she say my name, love how she do me
Gain feelings for her, kinda quick, kinda blew me
Found myself thinking 'bout her shit kinda spooked me
Mo' time we spent together the mo' she got attached
I love being around her, seem like the perfect match
She ain't blow my phone up and she ain't neva hack
She knew her place, played her role, and she was cool with that
What you doing?, Where you going?, Questions she don't ask
She took my mind off the streets, she helped me relax
She wanna VIP her baby, she put me on my back

[Chorus: x2]
Her sex game crazy(crazy)
Body So Amazing(Amazing)
Kiss like she cravin'(cravin')
Walk like she taken(taken)
Attitude mistaken(mistaken)
Fiend for her daily(daily)
Care about her greatly(greatly)
Why she my bust it baby(baby)

[Plies:]
What we did last night got me wantin' to call her
If I wasn't real homie I'd probably stalk her
From the hood, when she get drunk she talk proper
Got kinky with her, told her to dress up like a lawyer
I was the judge last night I gave her all the orders
Worked it real good, turned her round dog & spoiled her
Told her if I gave her anymore I'm a have to charge her
Felt the vibe in the room, the feelings getting larger
Took her from the bench now turned her into a starter
Taste like suga, smell like water
Now she into goons, all off what I taught her
What I do to her make her care about me harder

[Chorus: x2]
Her sex game crazy(crazy)
Body So Amazing(Amazing)
Kiss like she cravin'(cravin')
Walk like she taken(taken)
Attitude mistaken(mistaken)
Fiend for her daily(daily)
Care about her greatly(greatly)
Why she my bust it baby(baby)

Oooohhh oohh
She my bust it baby [x6]