But believe me, man, the bitch is real It's a trip, life ain't nothin but a big booty bitch That hoe can have you broke, or that hoe can make you rich But
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes but ain'
i dip you dip we dip So c'mon baby just pop that p And watch freak nasty throw the d, yeah Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party When them ho's freak everybody
2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer now
phenominal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rob a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence
A decoy bitch, like the Feds lyin' Is you supposed to have a little bitta Bed-Stuy in ya? Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip and greys hoes What bitch
to the presidents wife Now Shelly ain't famous but I still put 'em in a bone through The glitzy glaze grabbin' A J, I don't give a fuck But Clyde walked
score Buck fuck stuck wid a duck, I don't need this Big business motherfucka be a witness I was a fool cause back in school didn't learn shit Totin' a jewel it was a
, rollin' wid a half ah bird G'd up, D P G C'd up, O G C'd up original gun clappin' No captains, no officials, nuthin' but niggas and pistols Don't cock
Aiyyo, what up, El-P? Yo, what up, Del-phonic? Nuthin' man, I was on the bus the other day, man Tryin' to listen to my Walkman, this motherfucker all
4's and houses start hittin your block Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier Don't wanna catch the slug But you's a mark tryin to be a tree top
But now it's drastic I wish I had a plastic glock And now we blastin Muthafucka brains and thangs Cause I'm a bastard It ain't nuthin but killin When
hatin', ain't nuthin' but a compton thang Fucked up, now you lookin' silly Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly But milly couldn't imitate it no more Like p
right) Da foe in the house (that's right) My nigga d.t. in the house (ain't nuthin' but clownin', geah baby) The eihthype thugs in the house Ain't nuthin but
Geah Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough Gettin money 24 My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough Floss around like kingpins in a
chill still don't give a fuck Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola Call me chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller I got my heat on the
don't love bitches and believe, they don't love niggaz I gotta blame my attraction but you became a distraction A threat to my paper stackin' I thought you changed but
