A-T-L X rearranged it, Shorty B played it Me and Shorty laid it, my niggaz OK'ed it Carnefious Crawfish, next to slay it Damn right, we do it all day
you that same ol' bitch Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters See if we modivators
I take alls Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog Break laws leathal weapon like Danny slangin' candy Livin' lavish about my cabbage understands me
' but dreams I consume me a couple of Beams now I'm feelin' like life is wonderful Got me seein' past the lies that otherwise make me uncomfortable I
get in my way picker day when you wanna get with a rated star diss me not (im frisky)what still itching to get me cock in pixie lott just call me raps
thankful That someone actually receives the prize that was promised By all those fairy tales that drugged us And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely No laurel tree, just green
care what you bustas think It might sink in sometime but I won't blink We go against everything, smoke all the green Got the low wrong swingin', ain't nothing to me
that like that watch me trow it right back,nobody can stop the bentley on top drive or survive you safe me i think not,now they think 50 made me baby
you Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha No one's iller than me (wha?) No one, no one is iller than me No one is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty
through a goldfish bowl I feel old, sick and tired We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green
I went to the country just the other day To see my uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away I asked him how he'd been since last, I'd passed his way He
whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me Salute [Rick Ross
three lights, and I don't know you I'ma pull over, And I might shoot you You should go around me, and don't look at me 'Till after you pass me, 'cause
mind Silent, you better all findin, Hoffa Sick man brought my nine Sixth man off my pine (I'm off!) Industry heads off my grind Centipede leg niggaz follow me (Follow me
an' you physically listen, ma picture me shitting Came far from chopping crack in the kitchen Hated when I was a thug, couldn?t understand it Put me
shot If you think, you bet you know me, better press rewind You can pump it in your Sony, repossess your mind If you fronting, you can blow me, you can
your duel cassette running me Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me '