again, bitch keep acting as if you have the same passion I have yeah right, still hungry, my ass You ass-dicks had gastric bypass Ain't hot enough to set fire
' known I was trouble soon as i rolled up Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her, She still comes back to my crib, Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up
nigga, don't even think of me Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up I'm the C4 that blew up your porch I spit venom quicker
and smoked, put out and used up Niggaz don?t know how to act when they lit the fuse up Abuse them up, usin' the nut, I?m usin' buck Fearin' of the shit
much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up And that's how you
blow, fire in the hole I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro Better hold on a little tighter here I go Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost
, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze I'm a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
world Comin' up in the ninety nine, every other word I say Be part of my rhyme Catch me outside of the club, smokin' seltzer wit Jason Get my mind fucked up
eyes You n-ggas spit it with no one to vouch for your lies I spit it how you see it, but aint had the words to say it I spit it how you think it but aint
Uh, yea let me warm up man, let me warm up man! I got to warm up man! Yea, Elite what up! Yea Warm Up Yea, look niggas wanna know the formula for success
of whips [Curren$y] Now when I pull up, niggas running like Trans cars That'll buck backwards, in a black Jaguar You niggas is actors, Hot Spitter the truth Set a fire
' 'bout Yeah, we on fire We gotta call the fire department Let's go, yo, yo, yo I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up
Dave, this a monster When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when the beast come
[Intro - Talib Kweli] 7-18 stand up (c'mon) Talib Kweli, BK MC Turn it up (yeah) We 'bout to drop it low Baby I got the flow (yeah) to work your abdominal
, you ain't official, you tentative Niggas is sensitive, see how they catching feelings It's so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling Barracuda, Spit
emcees and producers is popular Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' her Album, how come, you the hot garbager The years clear your image and snooped up Label got you souped up
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock