: (feat. Swizz Beatz) My pockets on swoll my rims all flowed When I hit the club everything goes Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air But
NYPIG I don't deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me [What?What?] These shot happy motherfuckers legally ready to blaze With raised triggas
at your eyes My heart just dies Beauty divine I hope you'll be mine Open your arms For all time All dressed in white Bringer of light Spend time with
maybe, Deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than you're navigator I drop in you're town, block you're data Pimps all comin through with a hot
this night I just hope where you go, you'll remember what was i I bleed for it went too fast, the wound is still opened You've gone as those flowers died
20 inchin' it, conceded Only in the model bitch I'm interested Weeded Splif after splif we smoke infinite Blingin' Chained to my dick and shit Pop Crys ridiculous Flow
While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with
lame trippin? on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin? shit Came in that bitch with
a lot of that done died down Children of the hat tiltin' keepin hope alive now All with no high I do It so fly Bank caesar tack helicopter with the bow
died in Iraq, Israel, Afghanistan and right here in America (Jesus Walks) Abraham Talked Muhammad Talked And Moses split the sea (Jesus Walk with me)
was a rainbow formed with no sun Roy G Bid marking the path for the chosen one An angel, my grandma, told me before she died Smart folks don't need to
hell, some for squeezing No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe Moving targets who walk with the star in their sleeve Forever marked with a number,
bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with
lames with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked Medusa in the eye and Medusa died
hot as I squeeze from it Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament Peep the clues, not deep with dudes My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause
fake friends, they hope the shit ends They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock Cubans with diamonds in ?em
like the six maybe, deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than your navigator I drop in your town, blocked your data Pimps's all comin' through with
