be a saint And no got damn serial killer I just wanna know my nigga What made you disrespect a nigga What you thought I was a buster Sucker, a rapper
(repeat 2x) Verse 3 If I was a hundred dollar bill I'd make you niggas kill for me Go to prison do about a hundred years for me Get a gat and go
[Trick Daddy inhaling] Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here [Mystikal:] I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo'
thugs Yes sir (repeat 2x) If I was a hundred dollar bill I'd make you niggas kill for me Go to prison do about a hundred years for me Get a gat and go
the woods A man to come home, it's a three be like that Tell his ass to come right back to the block with a gat Standing out in the track with a bumma
, don't you know that man kill? Is that your chick? Why she beepin' him? Keep praisin' him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick Yo, how dumb the pimp? I heard he trick Bought a
I hate a false Diana Ross So if ya lost Meet tha boss He's a super Grin and groupa Act stupid I'll really' nuke a 'cause youse a happy And
top and found the secret entrance Are you satisfied? Through neon doors across killing floors She got sucked into a champagne desert Are you satisfied? Daddy
a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground) The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl You were strong when daddy was
a warrant for your heart and a bed hold trial [Sam Sarpong:] Get a pardon and come with the sargeant now [Beyonce:] Give me a chair cause I don't care
a stretcher, nigga, look Gotta 9 like a 45 special, nigga, look Still chillin' with my hoe heard a bitch holla, look It's a nigga with a chrome double
i? I was a heartbreaker ever since junior high Eye of the public The brown be a suspect So the streets taught me to be loveless Causin rawkus In a dope
a family affair Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair It's a family affair, it's a family affair Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
done bust' my ship Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick Hit the streets, with that work 400 a
food court Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports Got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake titties And a hoe that lives
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy a clip" Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip Said he had mad toys to make noise You split
was a junkie, I need a brand new head The symptoms of insanity got me intertwined Voices in my head playin' tricks on my mind I got to get my head
Now you can find me After, a bitch that be swingin Puffin in the dark see the spark When I'm hittin the blunt They got me spinnin Thinkin up a way To make a