the police I gets no sleep I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep like Big Mouth
[Chorus:] I done... dodged bullets got charges b, so I ain't goin let you niggas bother me, hey I ain't goin let you niggas bother me, hey Hey keep on
, nigga! "Do you believe it!!" "You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing.." "Do you believe it!!" "You don't know, what you're doing - doing - doing - doing.." "Do you
the prescription to get you higher I got every type of weed that you might desire Go ahead, fire it up, maybe you can get inspired Any kind of flavor you
no sleep I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, *Trator* got a Jeep Like Big Mouth, runnin through
Yea, yea, yea (It's B2K ya'll) It's B2K ya'll Welcome ladies... and gentlemen (Yes) To the U Got Served Soundtrack (Yea) We about to do dis You know how
the second line fuckin with that white bitch'll Have you on the bordeline penthouse in the city got the scenic view and maybe you can Fuck Madonna like you
hungry motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin' All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit [B-Legit] You know like that, that's right But you
' for dope I just live for confetti You see I'm daily like Freddy You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy [C-Murder] I got to
Test the circle, beat you till your purple Then have my man search you from your hat to your workboots Fam fuck you and the cats that co signed you Catch you while you
you, 4 and a half for you And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew I'mma roll and show the rest of my niggas Everybody I pay got the finger
flat, nigga (Chorus) 1,2,3 3,2,1 Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns It's like the hip to the hop The glock to the hip You best rush home 'For you
nigga what You trippin on my set and you disrespectin Nigga better steppin fo' I leave dat ass wet and You upsettin my fuckin nerve, I relent, that chopper leave you
market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until
lies You don't want no blood or no beef Like you was vegan rhymes You like to sleep with guys You a gay maggot Listening to fucking B2K, faggot Go to
box, me bust you all upper-lippy [Chorus 2X] [Q-Tip] Tribe Called Quest, and you don't stop The Midnight Marauders, yeah you don't stop Phife Diggidy, yeah you