Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out Whatever you holdin is mine, you my PayPal See I don't
uh yeah, uh uh They call me G H E T T O Black star power, like B E T shows I'm usually pullin' up in the G T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E T
got that, "I don't give a fuck" in me, it's stuck in me That's how I 'vantage over y'all niggaz, y'all too pretty We too gritty, like Sanford and Son
the feelin' is ended There ain't no use pretendin' Don't ya worry - It's only love When your world has been shattered Ain't nothin' else matters It ain't
Manslaughter They call him manslaughter Manslaughter Mad man fully strapped and I quote ?Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked? Undercover, not D T
Dons from Sicily kiss me This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga This ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty Pain, power, pussy and pistols Lyrically no one hold none
don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me at all
stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust Do you
your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man 'cause I'm too tough inaudibly too
to touch Betta tell ya man If two touch Then he too will get you bust You bust? We do You can ask people But quitly They don't believe us til
, she's so hard to find Take it easy, take it easy don't let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy come on baby don't say maybe I gotta
fall like Hitler fell And now you're down to a broken L You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, hard as hell
don't wanna hear shit And those who can't rap, I don't wanna hear jack I dust opponents in two minutes flat When it's showtime, MC's they don't wanna
getting too hard to pretend CHORUS But you do it everyday and you don't know why Paint by numbers, pass away the time There ain't no reason, ain't no
mack You ought to hear the silence When the kid walks in His reputation's bigger than gasoline I don't mind but he's tryin' to fill my lady too, ha ha
of man ] Aiyyo this rap game ain't what it seems Artists get cream turn fiend Selling people a dream [ hell razah ] Aiyyo, you rappers don't amuse me
You think you know, you don't know You think you know, you don't know You think you know, you don't know You think you know, you don't know You're too