You Can't Break Me - LP Mix

Ah, true story
 Fo' shoeezy
 Who rock shit that you never seen before?
 The charge goes to me, then Mike, then the store
 Two way beepers with built in speakers
 Three inch woofers one inch tweezers
 The one and only Mac like Roni
 Sharp like my bitch and pretty like Tony
 Trucks big leather room table beds
 Siberian tiger spreads
 The call me Emmit 'cuz I only ride twenty two's
 Emmit Smith number twenty two get it dude
 Smoke so much body smell like weed
 Get cut Cristal is what I bleed
 Got money then bitch come early
 Got a Benz that come out in 2030
 Cardel frames that make me look nerdy
 Now who's the baller now whardie
 Go on hate me you can't break me
 Usta ride new shit but not none lately
 Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
 84 cutlass with the European light fools
 Go on hate me you can't break me
 Usta ride new shit but not none lately
 Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
 84 cutlass with the European light fools
 Give me a dove and watch how I flip the bitch
 One, two, three, four, five slick, uno, dose
 Bentleys and Rovers, Jags, Hummers, Rags it's over
 Put the kit up nigga lets break it down
 Hit the curb bust the tires I'm fucked up now
 Whip my wheel twenty inches
 Catch my thrills I've been pimpin'
 Look ice my life fuck what's right
 Twenty on the four wheel will fit it tight
 Donuts in a truck, Corvette lights on a pickup
 Baby girl on the bus jump off
 Step on Ealton and Cleave break her off
 Bentleys on Gold D's
 Nigga say I'm trippin' but you niggaz gotta let me be me
 Woodie let this life, Woodie I done earned my stripes
 I'm Goldie I'm a pimp for life, I'm Platinum let me shoot the dice
 Go on hate me, you can't break me
 Usta ride new shit but not none lately
 Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
 84 cutlass with the European light fools
 Go on hate me, you can't break me
 Usta ride new shit but not none lately
 Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
 84 cutlass with the European light fools
 Look, I push a kitted tinted Lex, steering wheel on the right
 Bubble eye eggshell with the extra pipes
 Rich nigga I got money to buy an extra life
 Now I'm gonna mind hell tryin' to live trife
 So it's my life to life with three strikes on me
 With a four five on my six to get the lights off me
 Like I'm a seven figga nigga drinkin' ice on me
 And for eight to nine years ten been the price for a key
 I got some shit why not stunt?
 This is much bigger then broke niggas with gold fronts
 Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz got
 Quarters on my trucks and a Hatch full of punch
 Got a Bentley and a Jag nigga
 With some twenty inch Mag nigga
 License plate says bad nigga
 Got a new bike chromed and stretched
 Got a 50 for my son that I love to death
 Go on hate me, you can't break me
 Usta ride new shit but not none lately
 Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
 84 cutlass with the European light fools
 Go on hate me, you can't break me
 Usta ride new shit but not none lately
 Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
 84 cutlass with the European light fools
 Go on hate me, you can't break me
 Usta ride new shit but not none lately
 Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
 84 cutlass with the European light fools
 Go on hate me, you can't break me
 Usta ride new shit but not none lately
 Wassup nigga? Still ride old schools?
 84 cutlass with the European light fools