and poppin' now, but we want always this big Wanted a Benz and a Lotus Whatever feels, sprayin' Raid on the roaches I mean the whole damn scene was
rap to all my homies You know about you, you know I'm a star When I rap too good I might take it too far Had the whole damn crowd going wild 'Cause I
everyday, i mean breedas getting stabbed and mothers snorting off their prams ooohh ooohh ooohh You see this life it aint a joke, where im from you get 13
last hair folicle and cuticle rotten to the core to the bone, cold all the way down to my soul from my head to my toe ever since I was 13 I learned how
best at this and I'm best at that But I don't hear my name, no name brought up in rap And I don't usually trip or damn get caught up in that But when
a damn about them syllables, sillyle-ables, whatever they are I don't care if you gotta rhyme smo, joe, toe and glow now get out there and sell some God-damn
the hit places we fly, yeah Money was the haps, underneath my naps, come Weekend 'Dig Plans', got T's where I'm from Where I'm from, it's Collins 13
Extinguish the sun when I drew Play pool with the planets We are renegades, the movement outlandish My shit straight from the soul God damn it, it's
closed Looked into the mirror like, ?Damn I'm cold? Damn I'm cold and my hoes Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold
escape, but it's too late I shoot my casket, my moms screamin' bastard Ya'll know who killed them, filled them with them lugers Ruger, you God damn hoodlums
your seatbelts til he melts to ice T.O.N.Y.'s backwards, nevertheless I attack nerds, fuck what you heard Hey, gone when I finish, women and niggas say "Damn
I do feel tense, and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy Ynot: Cause without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3) Ynot: THese rhymes
And a model is a supply and demand any will You went out of line with the wrong man then get killed When you damned if you will, damned if you won't A
'em then I put 'em in a Hefty Runnin down the court I'm dunkin on 'em, Lisa Leslie! It-it-it-it-it's goin down, basement (Friday the 13th), guess who
rhyme in the mirrior, like I was down with UTFO Doug E. Fresh singin' a show for a big kid I had crazy rythem size 13 suede crews with thick shoe strings
though JD wrote this You wrong (it's me) If you ask me how i'm livin I'll tell you I'm great Money stacks taller than the impire state (damn) Hottest
I've seen everything you've done I kept you out of jail because i told you when to run You packed a gun at the age of 13" This vato knows everything about
a hard head makes a soft ass Yup and soft white makes for hard cash and continental gets with a soft rag like soft batch Cookies out the oven getting 13