ready, set, go Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin' collage And out the garage, is a Bentley Arnage With the brains
guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain
got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade, your grey brain
Break a nigga proper, then we break him some more Here I come to get some motherfuckin' wreck but first I gotta Umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check
snitches and wire devices My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for
I will leave you lyin' down in a street Everything around you will be dyin' down but the beef Please believe, my guns'll take you punks To your maker from my
, Next nigga throwing my name around imma kill him, I got a lot to spend, spent so much time putting G's on my enemies, I forgot to watch my friends,
spend money on chicks with curves We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies [Shawn
you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches Check my
tie your name next when I start to X Givin' out flex pains of death, so fuck a raincheck The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet You proceed to lame check
out the window jock my shoe game Cause all my kicks fly like Liu Kang Old player new game I'm focused I'm thinking like I got two brains I'm in my prime
Ay yo, Swizz, what's up? I told you baby, this the, one right here This is the one, Sheek Louch Oh, my God, yo yo yo, ay yo Ay yo, y'all niggas want
" Watch the honeys check your style Worthless when they worship, what you purchase They only see ice, not me, under the surface What's the purpose? I just, go my way Know my
Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my
all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name Biggie I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees Nigga
, so check it I got techniques drippin' out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G I'
yea I tote gats wit my nigga Clap wit my nigga Break bread then break backs wit my nigga jack wit my nigga Cock the latch wit my nigga Now how you
but yet I'm still marked for death My breath and oxygen is limited They did me in with it They took my lungs my heart they kept my brain and headed with