If you wanna bum, this Short dog shit You can't be in no little bullshit ass car with no bullshit system What you ridin' nigga, you got candy? You got
dick and then that's enough She wanna kiss me after she lick me Slap the drunk, you know the ho got Tinesi Daz, this punk bitch wanna get with me 'Cuz the ho lookin' for
with a million stash You other niggaz got this rap game distorted Giving DATs to the label, straight getting shorted Claim you're getting paid but I can't tell You
all the girls Real long hair or short curls Here's to you a special toast Its all about you cuz I'm the most If you hold it down let me hear you rap
, the same thing make you laugh make you cry That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who woulda thought you
all the girls Real long hair or short curls Here's to you a special toast Its all about you 'cause I'm the most If you hold it down let me hear you rap
clap shit, ain't no actin' in this You a playa? Well nigga, who you workin' for? ?Coz who coachin? that team that you be otin? for? When I ride by, I know you
You dress cute when the wars off What you doin' dog you playin' wit it You make ya bed right you layin' in it You keep your share tight, you stayin'
style if you had a pair of handcuffs In all disrespect, I'll snatch you by your neck And do a suplex and step So nigga you can check my credentials
our high top louie's Shorts is the coogies Open up the door when you take her to the movies When you meet the parents you tell De Niro Her boyfriend
stackin' mo, I give you what you ask for (Ask for) 5 for the 50 nigga, gone before I hit you nigga It's some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit
wrong are you an heir to How can I be compared to Nigga you fallin off with a parachute Ya stack short, you got some earnin to do You new school, just
near you, street fame All out warfare, eye for a eye bustin' on my enemies bad boy killing (Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame) Straight dissing you, fuck Lil' Kim you
Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street fame Yo, check this out, I'ma tell you like this Street Fame If the lifestyle that you livin' Got you takin' more fuckin' shorts
if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of you 'Cause I can kill you dead with the
takin' out this time To give you a piece of my mind 'Cause you can't knock the hustle Who do you think you are? Baby, one day you'll be a star Last seen
destinations with split second acceleration It caps enough time to witness you're gone evaporation Slash paragraphs that emphasize my emphasis Abbreviate lyricist the lyrical short hands I kidnap planes for
