Phat] I be creepin slowly in the Monte Carlo I ain't goin inside till tomorrow I gotta get it, give a fuck if it's your car note Black Jeep behind me
drill him some more with some old fashion smooth shit, long winded, splendid the bomb blow, on the whole a ruthless, butter roll flow. Show improvement? This shit is cool
me up somethin' to drink" He go back downstairs more time to think Her brain racin', she's tellin' me to stay patient She don't know I'm cool as a fan
is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull Fucking with the guiani's and the moles When the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool Our pigment
in the pool I ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls when the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool My pigment is just a figment
declares war, you know what to prepare for Shit, one for shelter, book flights on Delta Live on your station, the radiation'll melt ya cool I guess
long, too slow, too fast You lacks on point, you wrong, you won?t last I?m up on a good foot, you?re out on a bad note I?m dope, ice, fresh, automatic
thrill Trying to kill me again, HA, don't make me laugh What made your ass think that our business would last? Trying to fuck with my money, when I treated you cool
my nephew and now I'm floatin' Let me help you My crown is broaken, soakin' up my soal Sippen styraphone cups, choken now I'm low If you ridden on us dat's cool
food stamps Huh, I'm not a stranger to danger On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule White boys say it now cool, cool, cool
to the world of juggla's dome First day I enrolled at the high school Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool" "Stand up and say your name, tell
song, love song It's just a note to you, I'm just being true, baby this what you do This ain't a love song, love song You got me losing all my cool,
can you feel (Brotha Lynch Hung) 10 O clock at the set Lynch crept some nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette nuttining now Im smoking on some indo and on that note
my folk we ain't no joke Don't turn this into a murder scene I'm paranoid, tone misquoted Should not since my early teens But I'm drop that note, grab
always Chorus 1x Verse 2 (ak) Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry Point the finger if you know it's me, so flow when the lights on Hittin notes
book 'em heavy 'Cuz I bought that Benz That don't mean I sold my Chevy I love my seven-trey, I talk to 'em everyday I ride around 'em cool, I walk by '
't want to work anymore So I won't stop till I reach the top Now I just bought a brand new car GS4 but the notes is too high So I'm gonna hit the club