I'm not to be fucked with success! success! My rep is impeccable, I'm not to be fucked with My my rep is impeccable, my rep is impeccable My rep my rep
My my rep is impeccable, I'm not to be fucked with My rep is impeccable, I'm not to be fucked with My my rep is impeccable, my rep is impeccable My rep
, I'm not to be fucked with success! success! My rep is impeccable, I'm not to be fucked with My my rep is impeccable, my rep is impeccable My rep my rep
my rep down with the Benz off the showroom floor I'm swimming in a pool of hundreds Lil Dougie be thuggin, but Lil Dougie got beacoup money Niggas know my click had the crowd buckin' Niggas know my
nigga I'ma die for mine I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate
: Little inner city Willie much like myself Was aspiring to touch the higher reaches of wealth Self propelled by the propaganda of the MC's Glamour
that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo Now that they know who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! Who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! (repeat) [Verse 2 - 50 Cent
much So I had a plan B used to rhyme with a brush My sinners used to back me up Like Doug E. Fresh and Ricky D., Eric, Mickey and Me All my niggas is
my life Right how they bounce back more than twice Alright, I admit we done did some crazy sh-t But I stop, repent Kept God in my sights Recognize it
nitrogen So much fuckin weed that I'll prolly forget my lines again Uhh, fuck, what was I getting at I've lost my mind I'm surprised I still have my head attached I get my
me i want us to represent me to all my girls that represent me around the world to represent me (Verse 2) its all love when we hangin out on my team
with Ja Na, na, na, na ,na, na, na, na [Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Miles like a .12 gauge shotti [Chorus 2
just like pinochio your lying that yur hot as me but that is not the truth. oh no my left right wrist is truly extra cold. my flow sick need them extra
mute me Convicted felon my lil friends jailin My stash here you go and my bones done swellin Crazy so I need prozac really My home kept skep n my folks
In My Neighborhood And The Police Ain't Fucking With Me Knock On Wood Or My Shoes Cause He Blew My Socks So Good Bulit My Shot Never knew Id See My Glock
and greasy! I'm the champ, and ain't never been a nigga defeat me [Chorus 2 - The Posta Boy] Po' is! - number one For my niggas in the borough, to start
Don't play us on your station if you pussy or you hatin You can find us in the hood; thuggin and regulatin Hook (2) We here to eat food, my peoples,
to spit em, but through my rhymes they livin We the Bridge through tracks I'm givin Never lose sight, 41st Side's my life The 40th Side of life, dunn
