more than words from a person who Knows how to say them. And I always thought these words would mean That more of it came from someone else because You deserve more than words
they sit on a dick, When I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick", Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip", It's my brain, I'm insane
, the more beautiful you got to me And whoulda even knew that, who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God damned darts at me It
I shot one cop in the chest; He shot two cops in the spine You know I'm pullin' the trigger, right My bullets steadily hittin' I go to pull it again,
Missy now service me Take another shot of Jager, shake it so nervously Take your time baby, ooh you're the bomb baby! Ooh you're doing that even better than
slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack nigga I'm born crazed deranged and more famous than clappin down bangers meant, for entertainment,
the more beautiful you got to me And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me It
at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time) I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following It
would never get by All you do is cry, bitch keep it real Life is more than imitating niggaz and eatin' pills And kind of muthafucka ruins three deals That another
wanna hear it tho I rickety rock the micrphone Don't do it dont do it cuz that shit is stupid...I knew it I take a beat and loop it...i take a beat and
right there. And little black boys, and little white girls will one day hold hands together. Shit. Is that where it's at?Is that where it's at now? Them
get served nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split It's a shame, but it
man, I like how it's goin down. You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels. Look at that ring right there, I know it's real, it's gotta be real. Man
with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than rappers, we the masters [SoulStice
the lung Get you right what you rappin' nigga I'm born crazy raised in more fame It's the clappin' down bang It's for entertainment I know Cry
- it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's at night time there's more trife than ever