nothin' on me Who knows what I'd say, I wouldn't tell you anyways If they knew would they stare, I don't care They got nothin' on me You got nothing... me
they tell me that) These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) First Verse [Baby] I need me
like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me Racist, pointin at me
y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin' you motherfuckers
What, uhh, uhh Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my hustlin niggaz Niggaz on the corner
gonna stay?" I said, "Yeah, I jes might." Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child. What drives me to you is what drives me insane. I still can remember the way that you smiled On
it was a mess Well I had a gun you know the rest Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood And she was cryin', her and me we headed south On
just like animals Me and a hundred others just like me We split up come the springtime I never seen Frank again 'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on
about me is you don't really know a thing about me everyone's making a stink about me like there's some kind of a aura of that of the king around me surround me
gonna rap till yall get sick of me, and clutch my last sack, and spit on all who pick on me, i'm pit a rot mix, fuck the dog who single me, i'm saying
my game down right She shed a tear and said she never wanna let me leave And there ain't nothin that can come between you and me I said nothin till death
's whatchu gain When it rain on the Unforgiven in the fast lane This is ya brain on drugs but if it was ya brain on slugs It'd be nothin' blood, 'cuz
might kill Another sucker MC just for a thrill My name is Esham I got nothin' to prove Pay attention my intention is to bust a move I might smoke a little cheeba, but some call it reefer Give me
90 on the BQE I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats I couldn't speak, I'm in a state of shock About now there should be yellow tape on
tryin' to go out like Barkely Cuz everytime I turn on the TV I see several brothers with she-devils Smilin' cuz you out on a date But sooner or later
got Mike Clark on this shit, he's gonna rap. And we got Fink from the eastside. Oh, and we also got 2 Dope." It's the holiday season, snow on the ground
presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me
