' a mistake You can't take away one brother and leave the rest of the clique Lord please, double check yo' list And if you get to his name and it's a
is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out
a chicken I know the birdman 140th and Lenix I know the birdgang Chorus : Young money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine
world bizarre And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars 'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars And
On a bright and sunny Sunday this ain't funny I ain't jokin' 'bout my coke and package come up shorter Might kidnap yo wife and daughter bury them down
there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and
more til the speakers pop I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot See I was a little kid with his thumbs in his ears and his tongue in the air going
my L in the air and a bottle of bub (i see you) back on the scene back reppin queens turnin def jam back into a marketing machine now we talkin autographs, cheers and
'm hangin' with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy, Flipper and Scab Boy And a man who can eat his own fuckin' face And then shit it out and screw
was Polly Ann Yeah that was his good woman John Henry threw his hammer over his shoulder and went on home He laid down to rest his weary back and early
damn We're from North Carolina and South Alabam And little towns all around this land If the bank machines crash, we'll be just fine And a country boy
hundred and ten He just wanted to see what his Caddy would do And look at it now, it?s just like new And my, my what a beautiful machine Oh boy, it rides
I spray mace in a bad boy's eye Leave his shit all puffy so Thou shall not see Thou shall not smile Thou shall never his teeth I'll paint thou
scrappin and rappin see I'm attackin the action Big homie makin' it happen now shake it shake it, girl That pussy poppin' and clappin' now I be tossin ya cabbage And
his shirt his pressure drop Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him, flatline Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy
Sixteen, I found my dream machine Turn the key and every light turned green Like Steve McQueen I made the motor scream And it was loud, yeah Me and the
gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine My uncle, "Old School" don't need nothin' but a triple-beam A dollar and
and still wanna stick y'all wit minks Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit a month of bad luck I'm that huntin muthafucka and guess who da duck I'm