same Yourself to blame, you had it made I'm not afraid to call a spade a fucking spade You're just a joke in my eyes Your shitty life makes me feel
the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast! I make it so HOT! - One shot'll melt your ass! GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red Told
ll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my
seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on
guys who got they eyes on my dough We got riches, we got bitches, you want drama, we got guns I'm that kid from Harlem World and you know where I'm from Now my
God sent, of course a legend This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a hundred times five red CD's blast, speed
Records Para siempre! [Violent J] I smell garlic, my head hurts. Cause my brain is cursed, by voodoo wizards. My skin turns blue and I start to shake. My
Arm Redemption Endorsed my the Masta inscription signature Off top my unorthodox style of attack Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's backs Pack a long barrel, bustin' off strong ammo My
shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up Got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up Got my brain waves, elevating in
my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze But
brown and bottles of the Don The chron chron and girls on my arm It's on! 2nd Chorus Ladies, they love me They' eyes are on my money They pay me and
like the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spittin' jim stars, words in my mic type receiver Bond is my life so I live by my word
hits and spend digits Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red My lead, yo head, I fed, like you shit I got rhymes push that shit like weight My nigga
tight, ready to murder someone [tru survivors] Some man in the world got a bullet with my name on it Willing to die for my niggas, I put my brains on
In the heat of the night In the heat of the day When I close my eyes When I look your way When I meet the fear that lies inside When I hear you say In
with red gems real estate corporation mind state Prosperity dealin' with the highest of integrity steadily Wall street bound walkin' on Holy ground give is the greatest of all I spread my
i walked out to the terrace to throw myself off then the darkness charged my shirt with such light i forgot my purpose and drifted away through the gardens to find my
tellin' me stop it Got well over fifty and keep fifty in my pocket Limousines for the don, number three is the charm Flee red carpet chillin' E on my
