Scarface, pistols into yard fish Yeah! [Scarface] I came here to exercise my game Spread love to the hood is how I do my thang Smoking weed with my homies
tracks, go 'head and hate Go inside, run and hide 'Cause this gon' boost the murder rate Flying with the law behind me Nickel plate, extra shiny Got this woman on my
I write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread And I'm gettin
f-fam fam fam I'ma monster too you don't see I do things that the monsters do the incomparable, remarkable, articles about my audio technique, my technique I recognise games
on my tippy toes Can she give me head on her tippy toes Ha ha I'm fool with it ok ok Soulja boy tellem wat I say wrong My album went platinum but I linked
I'm goin in Leave the club with her and two of her friends, looks like I win Wherever the game was you see what this game does and Turn you into one monster
wanna teach you Shawty I wanna teach you And then I wanna eat you Lay your head on my pillow Head on my pillow Lay your head on my pillow Head on my
my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my
I think there's some board games in the closet. (uh huh, right) Oh and one more thing, be good! (Okay!!) Chorus I'm a bad babysiter, got my boyfriend
your head and forfeit the game You and your team just need to back off!! Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock!! I'm startin' a line-
this rap game, but it's too late I'm on my way to my, where? Studio session Switchin' ears, tryin' to get a better reception Changin' gears, super size Poppin' wheelies in my
You've got somethin' that keeps my head in a spin You've got somethin' that makes me wanna give in You've got somethin' that turns my head all around
I'm a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a novice actor Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy Over your head like Yamakas and Koofies
you dope [Royce Da 5'9"] I whip out the wires of this game This game will make you feel "Mased" or just plain retire Runnin around the lottery, my numbers
Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout
[U-God] Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office Crunch time steroid big boy itches Eyes that lay for
! Yeah KILL this is the name that came to alter the game Not like these rappers who spit it the same Separate lames from they chain My mind don't slack
about us, like they lick our balls I don't never call that hoe and she love my dirty draws I'm a North Memphis pimp so you better recognize Let cha' hoe suck my