for cash But fuck 'em 'cause while we on a whole different level They still be sleepin' on the floor in the ghetto And when they realize how you came up
want 'n how you want it foo' 'Cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo' I used to fuck young-ass hoes Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes Now I fuck
man, went that a way Chase cheese like a rat race Push my button like there And that's gonna get you nowhere Just like you fuckin yourself I've been
of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin These days you can't tell who's-who in the world Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? Fuck
' about is slangin' and shootin' off the scraps Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the fuck out of the truck I love it how all you fuckin' rappers think it's so funny Hit the fuckin
buy you jack But I got these For a broom and some Jimmy hats If you wanna play around and tease I don't want the cat Dropped her off Called up another fuckin hood rat
Bitch A Disgrace To The Game Snitch,Rat,Tatel Tell All Thats The Same Bang Nigga Need To Put A Hole On His Brain Let Cha Start Leakin Blood To Soka Up
me up I remember bein locked up This nigga walked up, tryin' to battle I went ahead and let 'em finish Then I told 'em do that again I'm a fuck you up
my sneaker strap D's sneak attack and raid me, it took a week for that Beat the rat, but you're sayin', "Look, he think he the mack" Fuck ya'll, niggas
mind state retirin' on time that's borrowed My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin' tomorrow I took the sorrow from the windchimes Left happiness lonesome and strung up
fucked You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes I do shows and change all opposing views I get down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B.
so tough Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up Your hands, your wrists and neck was rocked up Now 23 hours a day you locked up Your
the answer? What the fuck do you believe in? Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot
I make it seem easy Only nigga from the Bronx, though Miami's my block Now you got us fucked up, homey, we don't rat We don't talk to them boys, all
York, yeah, we G'ed up Act up, clap the back of your knees up Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beamer Taxin' your cash and you ask me to ease up
the fuck is up? I'm in haugh And Violent J is finna tell a story So sit your ass down shut the fuck And get stoned, motherfucker Well, I'm wakin' up
'm thinkin' what the fuck?I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up.Old-ass man, I let him get away,That tired mutha fucka, probably