king, a kuna matatta no worries at all, no footy, I ball I'm on my Apple sh-t, women I'm Mac'ing 'em all Capital summertime ball yeah I can rock a crowd
Fuck all y'all, comin' of the wall I got a nigga from The Source Swingin' from my balls Ya want me to set it Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded Let it rain
smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like I'm
and I just chime I'm the reason you guys won't say that line I'm crazy renegade like Em and Jay-Z I'm Rosemary's baby [Eminem] Shorty I love you and
can I not talk big? I got to) Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Wale [Wale - Verse 1] Yeah, uh Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on
see me that's why I say no thanks to none AKs, AR's man I can't decide I got the mind of the hustler halacious grind Man, I hold my city down like I anchor eyim I
I'm all about that bullshit The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a quarter
decease, made of Ginseng Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts I
money 'cause I take my money And I take my time when I take my money I'm always careful when I make my money I know about niggas gettin quaked by money
I ain't gotta say I would riding like an engine bitch I ain't gotta say I'm hood I tell a hoe to follow me and swallow me I be spending money like I fucking
a villian Crook I'm about to make a killin' So weed to escalate the feelin' I regulate the dealin' jealous niggas hate the feelin' I stack my safe appealin' jake on my trace I
search for the waves Bein held down is worse than the grave I live by the words on the page - I say! [Aceyalone] I jumped on the planet and I landed
talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys got a death wish I beat a mothafucka, uglier than Precious Real nigga, you can
he, son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya, I love ta hate ya 'Cause youse a freak by nature, can
bit But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my shit And I ain't gonna die till I get it I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo A fat bitch named
good times big J.J. lookin? boy, (Hook)X4 Point Em? Out Get Em? (Verse 2) Oh L.L. I need love lookin? boy, Fake I.D. can?t get in club lookin?
good times big J.J. lookin? boy, (Hook)X4 Point Em? Out Get Em? (Verse 2) Oh L.L. I need love lookin? boy, Fake I.D. can?t get in club lookin? boy, Remember