moment right now everything everything everything everything everything everything has all come down to this moment right now oh everything everything everything everything everything whoa-oh-oh everything everything everything everything everything and everything
the paper, word to everything, we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To
the car" "Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are" I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit "Do you mind if i look round the car
my chances With big time niggas holdin legal finances Ghetto star just about the whole of my life Got eyes in the back of my head like mice With ya chat bad boy
his forearm tryin' stop it My comment, ripped his veins to his arm pits And dragged the flag, puffin' through hot car pits Hard hits to the head, make
] Digital digital everything digital Shorty check the dashboard in my lambo and it's digital Digital digital everything digital Shorty look at my watch and I bet that thing digital Digital digital everything
Oh, see, why you listen to the press, though I-I-ain't fitta splain my life up on no Larry King Cause when I show her that thing, she say That explains everything? Everything? That just changed everything
an' realize what I had I dropped 'Diamonds in yo face' an' 'Buy the car, buy the house' An' Screw saw me at a show an' said, ?Boy, you went off? Two
critics, you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Beef with radio, if we don't play they show They don't play out hits
care.* What's the wonder that she lets it *guess her color crying?* I am not your savior But, I'm crippled with desire. Let the smile give her everything
really advances my chances With big time niggaz holdin' legal finances Ghetto star just about the whole of my life Got eyes in the back of my head like mice With ya chat bat boy
Yeah, yeah, everything's real I got all my life to live and I got so much love to give But I gotta survive, and make papes outta state I'm ready to make
I come with a slew of hits that'll massacre the planet Obliviating the earth And diabolically smashing everything for whatever it's worth It's Busta Rhymes godfather beast boy
Hennessey to the face, tequila with no chaser Liks bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks Fucking smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits I just drop my shit, never stop serving Everything
ya know we got alot of hoes we make them bitches drop that shit own dont to tha floor fuck dem whores who think they run shit i make numba 1 hits
with chunks Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit 'Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits
