you think I'm not as nice as whoever, then put your money up Put your jewels up, whatever, put your honey up Put your raggedy house up, punk, or shut your
LT It ain't never got to the point where I can't handle the heat I can't see no way out for me i'm in the game too deep So, until i'm covered in white
game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose And out your yay, I'll rape ya But on the downlow
stack mail I beat a bitch like Ike every chance I get I beat a nigga like Joe beat Mike at ??? And I'm gone rep and stunt till I just can't quit and I
U.P.T. I creep, and get bent with VL Street I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang Far as they
set a straight disaster Ya got birds? I smash ya Refuse, I leave that ass, know that I'm nasty No clues, I can't be caught I can't be found, it's all
ain't no hangin' there if you ain't bangin' Gunshots be ringin', but I bump and bust 'til I let 'em know I ain't no ho, and I ain't 'bout to start bein
get with me, that's a fact Don't ever try and diss me, if you do I'll turn you blue, and have to bury my shoe Inside your dome, I'm back from my stay
get wit There used to be a Stetsa, comin out to get ya so beware; takin it to your punk-ass like (UHH UHH) Take two to the gut I come to kick a scrumpdelicious
Keep your god damn hands where we can see 'em pal! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR PAL! I'M WARNING YOU! I WILL NOT {*unintelligible*} PUT YOUR GOD DAMN HANDS
the error who's got the best video, props on stage? Whatever I choose the Fellowship Shop Cause when I go to rhyme for mine I get props And most can't
but the Strong maintain still forever dedicated to the set i claim P.N.C dezept put on and bang can't hang get ripped man shit split man steele flow sick
round here Get tore in a forrest, dare come around here I'm a country nigga, don't take me for no bammer When I say I use my hammer I ain't talkin 'bout
you suffering, hungry I'm Co-D as well skating with enough of niggaz money Why you ass of you know you ain't that tough I'm pulling your mask off As
leave the party My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win Sex, money
me but dont run and die where your standin' See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the
them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my
you were I live Do me before I get her I might eat out depending on how I feel Baby girl got a thang for me She do what every I say And I ain't got to