your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place Im Hannibal Lecter so just in case youre thinking of saving face You aint gonna have no face
Plus it's only right to represent my hood and what not? So I'm about to do it in the music, in the movies Cut to the chase pan across to the face, I'
you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son
dirt like quicksand But no matter what the reason, I don't wanna stop breathin' There's dreams to fulfill still Can't complete em with a still kill Face to face
are cut throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face
?m feeling stranded as if I can?t hitch a ride Now I tell my seed men amise a genocide Plus I?m dangerous, soul no more feels painless And you know hat you tell them
feeling stranded as if I can't hitch a ride. Now I tell my seed men amise a genocide. Plus I'm dangerous, soul no more feels painless. And you know hat you tell them
as we growl, motherfucker We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days This is Revelations, if it don't go down now That mean aye'body was wrong Can you face
you smell herb in the crib Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro I'm the hottest thing spittin', so go warn your clique Them
, "He ain't make it" Mom dukes crying, baby mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef with them bitches up
Mt. Vernon Swervin' a stretch Bourbon Identity of this man I look Persian Hey yo, we gotta get him I wanna know where they came from or who sent them First nigga to find them
's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone Look, you niggaz play too much Mayne you need to pump yo' brakes Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face
takin' you through it, no mistakin' my crew is Flipmode baby! Got you actin' all stupid Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them
, uh, yeah, yeah While we hit you with another one of them Old phenomenal shits Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through With another one of them
she beat my dick up with her face Ain't no use in makin plans with me, she know I'm here for sex On another note, where them haters at, I'm here to plex
shinin all week bro I'm sippin cleeko and rockin yellow diamonds So many rocks up in the watch I cant tell what the time is Got a pocket full of big faces
't hear her when she callin Now she stressin textin sendin all them emails Braggin to all her friends like girl you know what he sells How ya riding young never can tell