whole album was hot Bottom to the top And this time I'm giving ya'll a whole enchilada Rappin hard I went back to the drawing board Got me a sharper sword
drive her own car buyin drinks at tha bar take a nigga out to eat take a nigga to tha mall treat a nigga good and wash a nigga draws bitches aint shit
and marinate in some marinara, And have a coke and a smile, dont make me open a jar, Whip ass on ya, thats the last straw your hoping to draw, Yeah you
That my nerve couldn't stop, I tried to run, She yelled out "Freeze" Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees, ripped of my draws As if she had claws
to the crib for some ism and twist em I shine like ?pea-fogs? in prison that's T.W.IsM. Shaq dog the rap dog duck all punks and shatter back boards
you did, everything you did was stupid. (Lil' Rob) A lot of you vatos take a long time to bust a rhyme and ta It be your drawing board and take some
for attention, attention Homey I was riding back in seventh grade in detention I have to send those fools back to the drawing board Ten seconds of your
attention, attention Homey I was writting rhymes back in seventh grade in detention I have to send those fools back to the drawing board Ten seconds
sit and draw a ninja on my folder, uh What I would do if I only had a ninja sword You'd see blood start flingin on the chalk board I'd tell the whole
is the life i chose Do a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose Chain you up for some tic tacs bloody mess We draw the board on your chest and take turns
a wic check, plus I inspect my roots And walk in naked, with spirits and ouija board I shake-n-bake it naked, like betty crocker I use a black marker, I draw
ms. silvia, Im kinda fealin yah (huh), Im a headache, but they love the pain, I ask a bitch her name and tell her Go board the plane, Im so sure I know
don't even try it boy (boy) You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board I'm a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire Run through hell with gasoline draws
young scrap, don't even try it boy (Boy) You rather slide down a razor blade slidin' board I'm a livewire, hoolahoop barbwire Run through hell with gasoline draws
get two men Two heaters, one street, one clock and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
? Be careful what you're offering Your breath lacks the conviction Drawing the line in the dirt Because the last decision is no She smashed the radio With the board
, never got on board Couldn't get lost 'cause I never explored Never took a swing, never held the ring Never drew a straw, never knew how to draw We
my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws down for the cause And hoes takin' off they draws, y'all