come strapped Bullets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back In fact, the further the
goin' from rags to riches (ha ha ha ha) I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!) Seven months old class act I was racing down the block As a matter of fact
Guns don't kill people, rappers do Ask any politician and he'll tell you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little
girl Lil' Wayne, Sammie baby sing to me [Chorus 1: (Sammie)] Strike one, grab your balls by surprise Strike two, right before your eyes Pitch three, nut,bust on my face
ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact Hold up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime little
goin' from rags to riches (Ha ha ha ha) I started off as an army brat (Atten, hut) Seven months old class act I was racing down the block As a matter of fact
lick on the cat, that's a fact Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it Come and eat a little punk ass nigga Fuck screwin' it, little Peter Pipter These
shit Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to fuck wit Thinkin everything is stolen But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin
a be there for your wife and 3 seeds Rest In Peace. [Chorus] [Cuban Link] Yeah,This is dedicated to the ones who never made it I hated the fact you
I'm a be there for your wife and 3 seeds Rest In Peace. (CHORUS) Yeah,This is dedicated to the ones who never made it I hated the fact you faded
proud I'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown You're the kind of guy with two faces Just another life that's wasted Here's a little fact, you
you close and pretend that I'm not leaving I know your scars start to feel more sore on nights like this where I can't bear to face the fact that I'
I represent niggas in the hood that's boxed up All my niggas doin' time The big ones are the ones that a lil' thin All of 'em locked up The ones that
don't hurt people, battling AIDS isn't enjoyable There's something about goth girls in short skirts I find delectable So come back to my shelter you horny little
to what you've got to fear Keep it all between your beer and your hockey hair A lot of weird people traits and ticks From the strangers to these dangerous faces
a fact and to be exact you just got verbally sack-tapped and verbally capped, and verbally overlapped i rapped to extract the fact that your flow is
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition zero Face facts
(rah-digga) I be the worst like nick To all them mc thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don't give a fuck style Tell me come