Tellin your friend how much that you hated my type But I'm ready to change, I'm willin to put the game on it, put the range on it Put powerful things on
Tellin' your friend how much that you hated my type But i'm ready to change, I'm willin' to put the game on it Put the range on it, put powerful things on
Queens on it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on
be stopped Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot My phone tapped, the feds on my tail Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build
about to Pop in the deck for you niggaz Turn up your radios You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge of pawnin' your jewelry and sellin' your
.U., my sheisty crew like ice me too I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a grenade palm I'm concurrent in your hood
on the weekend A nigga hoppin' all over the map And what you learn That niggas with long paper take longer to crap That's why every chance I me a gat
-key, The O.G. niggas know me (True) So take it easy like Moby, The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal, On the subliminal (Niggas) watch what your
like thought it be got me boomin' like ba-da-bing Rap don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on Actually I get hummed on hos tongues be on my dong-dong
' to pass me But couldn't out last me It was a run in a race so disrespect Will take this gun in your face so I can put my son in your place Now we can
today's almost already gone Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti long Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on I know
or not? I'm the one man army, the one hand on the Tommy If you standing next to me, one hand on your mommy Your arms too short to box with Rob Swipe your
take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me
To come for me (To 200th) You won't win (Manhattan) Niggas got me sittin' on the roof Eye trained, on scope, blessin' 100 proof Hand on toes, 'bout to
if you listen and hear me out girl, baby How am I suppose to carry on, I find myself singing the same old song If you hear me, have it in your heart
be shook Broke bitch You can't fuck with me, you can't afford me Broke bitch You can't even afford a happy meal from McDonald's Broke bitch Five dollars