She's controlling my brain activity knowing when I go [x2] [Chorus: Chris Webby] Oh yea... that text, that text message was nothin' baby Amy's uhh... Amy's my
blast on.. I wouldn't put it past him! He's got juice, how long will it last him? He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him Ask him (HEY!) what's
hotter than cooked grits And my words seem more like somethin I cook with [Chorus: Black Milk - w/ ad libs] Yeah, cause it's that fire I see the smoke
mail It's fucked up ain't it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these
way still tellin ucks-lay, icks-bay my ick-day excuses my ick-pay ademlay uck-fay ick pay. (50 cent) Chorus 1 this rap game this rap game i aint selling my
crazy shit got You may be gettin' a bigger attitude than maybe Kim's got And the shit's almost got the same fate that Grady's bitch got I know that "Just
vengeance Volcanoes of violence erupt in the words of each sentence Here?s a toast to the death of my enemies My energy?s similar to the Devil?s, G My
out of reach of your offsprings [Chorus: Shadii of The Force MD's] Too hot to handle, too cold to hold You pumpin' that Substance, that's Uncontrolled [x2
s watching meee And if I didnt know better, I'd think that they were plottin' (yo, stick this nig') I'm hangin' from this cat's neck, making eye contact With thugs that need 2
now that's Hood... [Chorus: Killah Priest] Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech It's on,
a time that a man could go Anyplace, anywhere without a Rambo But now me have to keep me pistol loaded with rhyme Have to deal with bad breath biters that
ignite here, I release the pistols clip my sight - not clear, cause I take a pistol whip I wake up in the bed with a bandage on my head looking at the
interviews dudes wanna know what he copped And where you got that, and how could they buy that Where the million dollar watch at, stop that! Why that,
fashion like waves Holdin a pistol at a pastor, pullin the trigger faster Tell 'em I was sent by his Master But that topic's too deep for your ear Here's
slowly, the words he would cry Repeat Chorus [Verse 2] (Millenium Thug) It is I that step up Me that don't give a fuck, you that foe, then it's all
are your worst enemy - my mom's words echo in my head And if I let go I'm dead He stepped at my door, the ? motivate my spirit And now the body experience
: Word word word word [Nas] I come through in a new double R listening to smiling faces Check out my jewelry pound in your faces Italian air forces
Tie you to my nigga's bumper but busta you won't reach the trunk Crunk from the funk and blunt now my bodies numb Give me one I got me one now busta