a-material They'll spread for cred Bacterial I can't sit through this, no way Get your face out of my face Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand
new a-material They'll spread for cred Bacterial I can't sit through this, no way Get your face out of my face Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand
we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a
do' Balla block, a short stop or drop down in fat, hoe (What?) I don't keep it a hundred, I keep it a thousand I'm hood, so I rep the hood direct from
making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper, cornrows and a bandana But I get a hundred and fifty thousand
we get a ticket and Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch? Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand for a
your back disc Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner Wake up every mornin' write a new banger That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P Or the H A
ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fuckin' money [Incomprehensible] Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a
million Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I surprise and blow Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time
, I drive a shatterproof Benz and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a
a yacht, no callin the cops In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop Givin a dime cock, blowin away Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day Pick up a
's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs Sounds like a thousand wolves
Aight, Got a little service announcement, If yo chain hang low, Then you a certified stunta, A certified boss, Yung jock jibbs, Drop dat, Bistooooooo
not fuckin' around Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box With my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot So heat box all day in a nigga
It can take a toll, hope that you make parole Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold And they say I'm a son of a bitch Why? 'Cause I
She comes over and she sleeps with me Use the bathroom she pees on me And goes home and eats with you (Damn) You a chump nigga, you a punk nigga Get a
