s up to us to take a fucking stand To fight for what's right and never give in We're the fucking punx and we wont be taken down Never will we change
This will be the realest shit you ever quote My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and
and there ain't no shame And the shit's gone too far Hundred hip-hop labels with all white A&R's The game's hijacked, the rap game's hijacked Let me
We be big pimpin', spendin' G's We be big pimpin', on B L A D's We be big pimpin' down in P A T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B U N B 'Cause
' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Me breakin' down, me breakin' down Me breakin' down
the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even the devil with
weight, the feds on us Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last But I won't stop just slow down like easy pass Back up and give the R room Or we gon'
Bitches like that, that's all I want But you playin' that roll and can't say why Bitch get wit it let's fuck tonight It ain't cool, don't come with
not shout I keep comin' so hard I might knock you out If you battle with $hort that's the chance you take So you better come fresh and don't be fake All you weak MC's
All because I be the Twista Even though T-Pain told me shorty was a freak I asked her can I take her home (Down right now) [Chorus 2X - T-Pain] I'm in
I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna
little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck them all He's just a whole motherfuckin' Walmart D-d-down
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants (Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance I won't stay the same cause I traded
yeah [Chorus] Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I J K L M N O P Q R S, T U V, W X Y Z Now I know my ABC's, next time won't you sing with me? "Go on, laugh, make a jackass out of yourself"
master hip hop, I won't stop, yo Gimme my props, yo, more than a cop, yo 'Til I master hip hop, I won't stop They say BMW's a black man's wish I wish
.'s America's worst night name guns against hands Better believe it 'cause it is comin' You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes You won't
