lord to see it through And I'm never never ever Givin' up on you and... You won't save face Or state your case So speak your peace Fuck it - just fuck it
nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro
my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot
you play me when Chorus: We getting it baby (go head baby) We getting it baby (go head baby) We getting it baby (go head baby) We getting it baby (go
blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it
don't hear me though Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow Ghett-io slang pro, sling rap to cashflow Keep it live from the intro until
: (feat. 427) [427] I put it down cuz y'all be puttin too much weight on it Twice as nice on thin ice, create the figure eight on it Puttin words together
playin' I'm more like Cuban Not the cigar, Mark, introduce him "It's the new" - [Beastie Boys] "Best rapper alive" - [Jay-Z x4] Naw This ain't Wayne It's more like Pain
't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really can't fuck with us (Fuck with us, what) Y'all really
on, but it's all wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fucking
Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Yeah, Herm Fiasco (fucked up, all night) AZ (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ (fucked
I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man 'Coz I do things the Don way It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway Leave no evidence Fuck
for dope when tryin' get live hoes Skams ain't for slow besides i ride rough you just ain't a pro (So what?) It take pain to grown no name to know (Ha
games sewn But it's sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fuckin
style, I can spot it. Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you don't got it. And my skills are excellent.Diggin' in the Crates and it
big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that
