I?m not tired, I?m exhausted. I think this time I?ve finally lost it. If anything ever happened to you, I don?t know what the fuck I?d do. When you get
to deep With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 I bust a nigga dome for Baby
bee-ba) They throw off their coats And leave the squares behind And then they shake it, shake it, shake it Like they're losing their mind You'll never
'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for
machine. Tu-tu-tu! - I'm on ya head with the beam. So focused ferocious. I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers, you're fucking with the wrong one
Let me talk to 'em (oh!) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] No more runnin from the black cloud, got it all mapped out I put it in a figure-four until it tap out
no mixed views The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells The other four homies on the scene with cocktails One nigga looking for po po Someone looking
Open up the doors for the high funk buddha With the light point the dick can die Rolling with the six shooter Thirty-eight Still shootin' real straight Lookin' for
lava I'm not one that's forgotten There's a lot of haters that be hating for nothing With their hand out waiting for something Chick like me I waits for
door to them is a man so mild 'Til he chopped off the head of a visitor's child He danced upon the bonfire Swallowed sleeping pills like dreams With a
You'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your ass for four blocks Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop Gay or straight, my Papermate
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with
let out My first roll was one two four, picked 'em up Somebody screamed out, ?Tony Starks headed for the dust off!? I'm like hell no I'm headed for the
ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings Dot wanta pick it up But it's my J-O-B I gotta kick it up Another damn reporter On the line with a word quiz
behind you back Bow your heads,if you will please I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall Watch your head roll off like volleyball So all you motherfuckers down with
? Your head would mean so much to me Your head would mean so much to me Sometimes I put 'em in my bowling bag and bring em' to work Play with their hair
