like a Mercer teller Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by The paint on it change like the I-95 I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause
, that's me I got franks and pork and beans Always bust the new routines I get it - I got it, I know it's good The rhymes I write - you wish you would I
secret graph expands, Yes a pig is a cop, I got a villian for flock, so when I rake in the bacon I hope the kiddies will watch I hope the flipping of
little bit of Mary Jane And when I fight I fight mano a mano Por que simon I'm a down ass Chicano I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese Or laugh at
, you all got spoiled I spit that flame, I spark that fire All the woods bow down and they call me sire I?m the true peckerwood Caucasoid messiah I?m
bitch I'm greedy But if I keep eatin you rappers I'll get sugars diabities Sweetie I'm a different species I'll crush your two fingers into a million
heat, wash with my gun in the shower my tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em
I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] (Thanks to Morgan, titi
I Pull Da Black Mack Out I Blow Ya Back Out Shoot You Up Higher Then Stackhouse My Nine Clear House Hide In Da Corner Nigga Play Mouse I Brang Da K
I'm still breathin I'm still winnin, I'll teach 'em The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl Everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger
Here Quit It Man, Lil Boy Cut It Out, Go Head No Watch My Fingers, Lil Boy, Cut It Out, Hold Up! I Aint Choose Yo Chick, Yo Chick Chose Me I Aint Gotta
wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter To this here, I'm no stranger It's obvious you no bangers