', but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane With a rabid wolverine in my underwear When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat Popped right up
't play me dog You best respect Facemob, bitch 'cuz I ain't the one C'mon now, ah. c'mon now It don't stop It don't stop (Screamin' my name) What they
blockin' my lane Tryna foul on a nigga 'cause you hot in the flame Fuck you, and them ho ass nigga's you run wit' Fuck your whole street, you ain't no
small shit We rap and keep raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes shit Wall still spin, upgraded the floor flip Ain't touch it, ain't see it, ain't hear
them cool thangs I'm in a cool type mood I switch them 2 lanes I got ice on my neck, even pinky rings 24 carrot let your hair blow when we switch lanes
Building I'm a Threat Got Some Gucci Chuck Tay's(Tay's) You ain't Seen Yet(Ya ain't Seen Yet) Yellow Ice, So I May Seem Fresh(Yeeea) but If you Did What
go to war like everyday And if you ain't don't come outside nigga that's just how we play Take a trip to my side that ain't cool that ain't straight
't worry baby If you can't break through It's 'cause I'm on same line Calling at the same time Trying to ease your mind I ain't too much of a man to say
goin' crazy 'Cause this track here is so amazing Yo we with a little life lookin' hazy Still you R and B cats can't phase me Yo, whose that in the jeep
pop, we poppin the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention See the ice
you feelin', sure you want some I brought my slums, cats play like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons, ain't afraid
, Miami, New York niggas, texas, You know! [hook] [Lil' Jon:] Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho! Pussy Nigga [x4] [chorus] [Lil' Jon and Ice
with different lames Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passports Slayin' and flat on asphalt, still, y'all don't know You have never seen my face before You don't
saloons, and make the sad bitch pay me 180, in the middle lane, I pop bottles Expensive models, do they damn thang Claim they got a little game, it ain't
, holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price 'Cause the money ain't a thang Put it down
all of us. T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. T for tech out
5-0-5's I won't lie, homicide, gram will cry, pray for me that I won't die, suicide, I won't try, bullets fly, drive-by, don't let it slide,