you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know 'cause you know
you Stop dry snitchin in your rhymes listen What you tryin to do help the guys in blue Indict duns so that could be another rhyme for you You a parasite
, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I
system you start drunk texting and suddenly you miss him Or even wanna diss him Then you call your girl like what the hell you gave me She like don't blame me better do
's champaigne I'm K I D do my thang And yes indeed i got change Or shall i say i got paper Stacked money tall as skyscrapers Hater's you fly i fly paper
heatin up And so I'm keepin' them, wish you could see them I know you hear them breathin like you been possessed by a demon I know you heated, wish you
get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke The
my place You better hunt, look, or just get took I know what you about see, I read you like a book Desperate dreams are on your mind with a 10 foot mic You
line, niggaz know I did it first, an when you first, you know you get it worse, I suck the game up, I try to pass it on, niggaz from the Bay,
pays going off You got enough money she taking the clothes off look at that, I tought I taw a putty tat I did I did I did taw a putty tat [Chorus] I'
Tell me what are you gonna do? (Weh yuh a go do?! Huh!!!!) When Lil Jon and the crew come through (I don't know! I don't know!) I would run the .... home
your boyfriend knew? if your boyfriend knew what? what da hell can your boyfriend do! And she was like frisc you know i like you and you know i love the way you
, couple man jump out all you heard was CATCH HIM. Now you got goons in your face on a gas ting. Aye rude boy, tell me whats the case. What? nah hear what
rhyme and we almost fort. But since he was a brother I thought that'd be wrong. So I let him go, I let him run along. [run along] I write rhymes like I
the shit goes down Cause it's on nigga what you wanna do? You better pay close attention Let it be known, I control the zone beyond your comprehension Blunt session, you
! I hope you've had fun in the last 4 years. (Look man, I apologise again for-) For shooting me?! Do you know I lost the use of my right arm? (Again
Jake's on (Yeah!) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!) People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song
You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping I don't sell crack, I sell dopium Catch him at the podium