on da edge like there's no tomorrow They grind hard like there's no today They do the same shit like it's yesterday The game never stop, so who's next to play
's a star when you put 'em on stages I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself Let's get it, no nuts
move I like them things you do like Don't stop, baby, don't stop, baby Just keep on shaking my love I won't stop, baby, won't stop, baby Until you get
realest sh-t Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth Something, something, yeah That?s my bitch, That?s my bitch Sh-shorty right there? That?s my bitch That?s
putting out, for God would kill my legs shut It's a mistake lighting little white candles To make Him love you Oh, He's cold by any city's standards
bitch can't afford this life had to f-ck a ball player and I'm here every night maybe twice, late at night we be in white tee's, me and skateboard P no
ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with
dear play You won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop The cemetary is
dear play you won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop The cemetary is
house from night Till the sun's up 'Cause it really ain't how much you say It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to play I write rhymes
Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky
and there ain't no shame And the shit's gone too far Hundred hip-hop labels with all white A&R's The game's hijacked, the rap game's hijacked Let me
white-T, smothered Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessey And bang for my *** locked up, they can't stop
, better than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop, her body won't quit So, fool, pipe down, you ain't talkin
cut the 8 ball, when they flipped it 8 way I don't feel clean, but a nigga so paid Got the clean white tee with them fresh Air J's I ain't got the charger
neccessity to me, I got game like the NBA Pro bitch, I know shit My nickname NFL, a N-gga F-cking Loaded I'm rich like them white boys out there playing
, Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watchin' me But it ain't hard to see that you can
you play My heart that you play on Grab like a crayon I can?t walk away - (Chorus ? 2X) Before you, My whole life was acapella! Now a symphony?s The