I'll stop I don't give a If it's me against a million of y'all, mother fuckers I will stop
I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Head shots so mother can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more than me more joints than me
Steal faith, take a puff, inhale my name on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit Hot mother down to the skit nigga
Game over playa and nigga ya low Hit me later young and I'm at the award Bank account ten digits and all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the hoes
on, you can even ask Don Juan It's now, they all rock Sean John Might have to my name to strong arm You to get money man? That been long gone, come on
much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come one bottle Prominent premier, bravo
Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug though Shots in the spinal from my the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' Bustin' shots in the and Not caring, fuckin' the at my hearin'
laundering, honies wondering Who me? I casually Come, God would be if He was a straight G Tonight, too tight out of a big ditch we
Yo, yo, yo, your hide the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, off sides I'm focus but my is cross-eyed
I left my gun home, borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge rise' This gun'll plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small
Yo, I'm from the Yo, but on the floor Don't matter, take up all size yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk jive in church in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married times Besides, I'm just a for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door Stolen in New York High
Reversin' the Last come, one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, the block, servin' the pot And I be the to watch
If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a Hot as it gets, Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, it to death Alota y'all it, you try to forget
How I rock shit N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got debt You lost when you nodded your Through the vest, through the chest that you to protect
Take the voice you try to project, check you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I a mouthful out-do, intro to outro
I'm the hottest spittin', so go warn your clique Them y'all look up to, is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' to hit I get so far up in ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you against me is nothin' to see Who, when, where, what it's be I don't give a if it's he or she I'm the of hip hop
Nobody with me I know your type, you a ride dick Cry sick nigga, quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one
Always the side kick nigga Bitches don't cast down, they throw bricks Why I come through and tell 'em to dick These nigga's the No, go fish Sauce, you da motherfucker, no shit
You're treated and competed, walk from it undefeated Observe it over there, okay it obvious we overheated You that slick shit
But I jus' know you meant me But evidently, you don't I get your ass gone It ain't
I'll just holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on project, take the traps Come on and get of our gun craps I'll out the nigga now
When I snap, make your chest collapse When I the entire map With the frequent alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, around, you ate up
And nigga I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up Look in my eyes, I'm not Sucka, you what I said If you don't get dead No, it no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the real-la, I live to rule
Don't me back, you bet How many think they fuckin' with mines A nigga, God blessed such an undeniable shine I hope you know nothin' fresher
The manifester the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your with a piece of polyester Now fix your face up Empty the chest of drawers I stretch your jaw
Everybody hit the floor Only the real mother belong I hope nigga's don't end the before we finish the song nigga
You be the last to come and harass, on the past When I used to pull outcho ass Live nigga's go stack money, continue to shit as I'm in this fucker, I'm determined to kill shit
Zap nigga's like cellular flips and up your lips Fuck with so much dick in their ass, it's shrinkin' her hen Hey yo, you empty your clip and pull at your trigger Salute the legacy of thoroughly recognized niggas