the graveyard Yo, I got a death wish That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip
I'm on the tip why your flipping flopper G don't even know what he charged, when did he cop a plea? sloppily, shit this game did change n*ggas caught
, The tradegy, when I flip and put the Midget Mack, To his chest cavity and fill it like a ???? Cap, Im a writers block Diplomath, When I write I swear
mash Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, flip
make you feel like chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya
yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I mean that there And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry
it's U-N-I verse The one's that interfere wit nature Labeled you limited and underrate ya His plans over rule when he separates ya Now it's U-N-I verse
Down to, "Aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" I play wit words, blurs and slurs, flip styles Take his and hers, niggaz is couraged, I get
's I'm daring 'em Nine will hang your clothes up while you're still wearing them N-i-n-e I wreck shit That's e-n-i-n just in case you're dyslexic, did
the way others do Finesse fall off? you must be on a drug or two Cause mc's try they best to flow and catch the L-o-r-d f-i-n-e-double s-e I'ma get raw
for the hill Ain't nothin' worse I spit it Bitch, I did it for the Ville (C'MON!) I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E What the fuck you gon' tell me?
the yes yes y'all Who wants to step to my homeboy K-Dogg? And get slammed on the mat, Get your whole head cracked The way Mad One vato is gonna fill this
Hundred Of Dese Hollow Points Loose,Cuz Real Goons Dont Talk Real Goons Shoot,Keep Runnin Ima Bust Ya MuthaFuckin Head,Since U Wanna Play Like U Thuggin Ima Make U Red,And Fill
a field trip to the farm Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind This big old barn where we uncovered A covered-up moonshine still And we thought we'd drink our fill
a history book Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hits And that two-fifth click to my kids If nothin's gonna flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...
a history book Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hits And that two-fifth click to my kids If nothin's gonna flip then I'm-a have to rip sh...
say she say check what we say [Tek] I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter Smif-N
street Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill