Giraffe Dick standin tall over y'all Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls Crackin bottles, swangin and aimin' hollows For niggas in solitary confined into the gang module Clack clock, nigga I keep my
the dog show, Like Jauron Dick standin tall over y'all Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls Crackin bottles, swangin and (?) hallows For niggas (?) to the game, macho Clack clack, nigga I keep my
Eminem and Mike Drivin' down Van Dyke Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason Should be takin' my
looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas
up in my mind and you wonder why Oh my mind Don't wonder why They're stayin' on my mind [Verse 2 - Big Sean] Better than whoever nigga, as is I'm always
[Verse 1 - Royce] Bar Exam 3 is like a mock a nigga, pop a nigga mockery Housin', put the lock on it, Monopoly Call me Enterpriser Stick my battery inside
population with a ball faced bitch if it wasnt for that Bun niggas might not know my name no more but every time they gave me that mike he told them hos
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker
wood grain in my labo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons When niggas catch visions of killing
One-man go low hit man guerilla Whispering there something of a thriller, killer Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff Dirty tombs diggin' you and my
track, run it Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss And I still catch a beat runnin' when it's tossed And often light green kiss my ass to coffin Cut
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker No discrimination my nigga, if you broke But they still
Verse 1: Killer Mike] Since last heard I'm still Randy Moss and I still catch a beat runnin' when its tossed and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
what you just done, you done shot off nigga You talkin' down behind my back (Uh) You done shot off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
is my apology These suckas they be tripping bout these bitches trynna body me (Los) I'm about to go over round my arm lean a way that I could feel it now tali round my
one two, one two, check it out All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone Get a little [Incomprehensible] while in the pen, still hold the throne Blood
all real Is it real? Yeah son! Ain't none of y'all betta Let's get it poppin' my nigga Load the tech up and go shoppin' my nigga And I don't mean the
now Lookin' out for these killer kids, 'cause they wild Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin' Doin' twenty to life in San Quentin Gettin' calls from my nigga Mike