, tell ya man Go and start up ya car, start shifting the gears Sun God got the pits for his hairs, cuz niggaz is scared Hoping I don't let it blow in
see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit we come to bring it to y'all
klick When I'm on the mic, you better check your bitch Every single time my rhyme is a hit Don't even try to lie cause your boy can spit Try and try but
ass in a hospital Wrapped in a cast from head to toe This boy he real! Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills My car do wheelies they drive on
searchin' for the dank You probably threw it out with your old pack of cigarettes Look in the trash can, your as high as you get Sometimes you forget, smokin' one to many hits
where ever your sick tickle desire The gangsters of this other century Transforming hustlers and players into sissies So slim goodie You don't want no drug boy
ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black
ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out
