Yes sir, just the sound of his is a hit Y'all niggaz got me really confused out I make Pimpin'' or 'Give It To Me' one of those hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st century I make some thought shit y'all question whether he fallin' off I'ma really y'all on this one, follow
them tops come down, chicks tops come down Like when shots come out, make cops come around When them blocks out I can wake up a small town off the block then I make my mall rounds
Stares get exchanged the fifth come out The tough guy disappear, then the come out "That's him", I'm usually what whisper 'bout what chick he with or his chip amount
'Cause I doin' this since CHiPs was out Watchin' Erik Estrada, baggin' up at the Table full of powder, AC 'Bout to take another on my twenty-fifth hour
Spike Lee's everywhere, game on the You might see me anywhere, day in the thing changed the tail number on the flight I can touch down and take off the same
I'm so bossy, get off me Trick get off me, you can't get off me I'm so flossy, no 6's or Laid back, Maybach's, don't talk to me
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I got that shit you need Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, trick weed, c'mon I'm only to give you what you want Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, you like it, don't
They're all actors, lookin' at themselves in the mirror Can't even themselves, don't fear no rappers They're all weirdos, DeNiros in So don't believe everythin' your earlobe captures, mostly backwards
Unless it to be as accurate as me And said in song you happen to see Then actually, half of what you see None of what you hear, even if spat by me
And with said, I will kill niggaz dead Cut short, give you wheels for legs I'm a K I double L E R, see y'all in Shoot niggaz through the E.R.
Whoa, this B.R., no S.C. CEO, the next Lyor, no The next of the whole free world And the thing I'ma do is free Sigel, go
Take off the cuffs, the gate It's that ignorant nigga that you to hate The Ice Cube, B. Sig' so rude Tell a get these nuts, eat dick like food
Now see if I care if verse get aired Even if you it, the curse is there, yeah I'm so raunchy, get off me Keep my collar on, you lil' ticks get off me
I missed the part when it bein 'bout Imus What do my lyrics got to do with this 'Scarface' the movie did more than the rapper to me So ain't to blame for all the shit that's happened to me
Are you sayin' I'm spittin' Is than these celebrataunts showin' they kittin', you kiddin'? Let's the bullshittin' 'Til we all without sin, let's quit the
'Scarface' the movie did more Scarface the rapper to me So ain't to blame for all the shit that's happened to me Now stop the 'Til we all without sin, quit the pulpittin', c'mon
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