B.E.T.

Think I'm wit nick cannon
All dese Drums
Line em up
When I'm ready to dump
Dem boyz in da Hood
Run Ricky Run
ATL
We was selling dem bombs
Baby boy
Not my dad not yo son
Stomp da yard
Nigga I made it home
Get rich or Die trying
You all on yuh own
You got da Juice now who
Knocked off his dome

Think I'm wit nick cannon
All dese Drums
Line em up
When I'm ready to dump
Dem boyz in da Hood
Run Ricky Run
ATL
We was selling dem bombs
Baby boy
Not my dad not yo son
Stomp da yard
Nigga I made it home
Get rich or Die trying
You all on yuh own
You got da Juice now
Knocked off his dome

Think that's it's Friday
Da way that I Debo
Devil inna blue dress
Murder she wrote
Let's do it again
Gotta get dis dough
Think I'm the best man
She don't even know
School Daze
Couldn't end up like bro
The players club
Might snatch up ya hoe
American Gangsta
How da streets go
Not talkn How high
When ya buddy get smoked
I got the hook up
In da van back door
Workin at da car wash
Water down da soap
Issa House Party
Drunk hoes want ya soul
Beasts of no nation
Blood diamonds or gold
We some real Takers
Don't try to be bold
Wear a 42
When sliding on da road
Equalizer
How I'm putting in that work

Think I'm wit nick cannon
All dese Drums
Line em up
When I'm ready to dump
Dem boyz in da Hood
Run Ricky Run
ATL
We was selling dem bombs
Baby boy
Not my dad not yo son
Stomp da yard
Nigga I made it home
Get rich or Die tryin'
You all on yuh own
You got da Juice now
Knocked off his dome

Think I'm wit nick cannon
All dese Drums
Line em up
When I'm ready to dump
Dem boyz in da Hood
Run Ricky Run
ATL
We was selling dem bombs
Baby boy
Not my dad not yo son
Stomp da yard
Nigga I made it home
Get rich or Die trying
You all on yuh own
You got da Juice now
Knocked off his dome



Credits
Writer(s): Darien Wade
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