you entitled prestigious and heavenly struck fall out of favor with your fragile luck I'll say FUCK ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS CAUSE ALL OF YOU ARE FUCKED
Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Told y'all really, really, y'all can't hold up Hold up
Uh, yeh, uh, yeh, uh, check it out yo Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say Feel how y'all wanna feel Who give a fuck, dog, kill who you wanna kill
step out of the car Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit Well do you mind if I
Troyer You're the Eminem backwards, you're mini-me See he's in a whole nother weight class He smokes your BB's you beat back bullets You're full of it; you
time, lord take care of jew jew and his mom please, take care of little jah please, take care all the kids please, cause through us they live. yeah, lord
Rosco to put you back, in place I'm what you call a destructive warpath It'll be a shell shower in today's forecast You a gangsta? I can't tell You diamonds
tell the police 'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug And hope you choke blood, nigga on every breath you take Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain
brainwash me to be a commercial clown Fuck that I see the way you were See the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work God only knows all the trouble
Riding Jaguars, riding Prowlers all sports cars Hitting strip bars wit the top down, fuck y'all Groupie, you need to be glad you even knew me Do me and tell all
put you on the spot But now you're all warmed up and this-a next one's gonna be hot Kick it Sax Man! (Come on!) * (What the fuck are you doing?!) *
in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots Still don't give a fuck about the law Still run with a pump in my car and fuck who you are You're fucking with
too far so I say "Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters" Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa
I told ya We walk before we go roll and nigga we ride all of y'all Y'all my dogs if you call if you fall you can bet on that Nigga that I will be there
you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all shine
we called in jail Lord bless our babies Lord pleaze bless our babies Who it be, givin' you that new shit ya love? Who it be, givin' you that new shit
shut up Get slapped in front of all your dogs And all your dudes 'Cause I'm a smarter thug all ways wanted to be a thug What do you think? Do you think
