myself I say God Bless me the truth so I speak live and directly you, I will set free my mic is where my check be rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds
scheduled program, program I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian Cause see I want it quiet in here... I
Now I'm 'bout to meet her in the club with a heater I gotta a whole lot of money, bitches count it for me Bottle keep popping that's why the bad hoes
boo, I got got they hit me for a few thou But you dirty bitches I?m ballin and I aint missin ?at all Soon as I got back to the house I went and opened
days When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now Grab the microphone and show you how But I was broke, the only thing I had was game I started
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke But if I go back to school and get educated Be a old-ass man before I graduated So what should I do, I can't
one wit' me? I got my big gun wit' me Don't feel like doofin', I feel like shootin', fool And I don't like your attitude, you do shit, that dem hoes
toy I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is You can't be serious, yes I is You think i'm playin' than ask my brother You still don't believe me than ask my mother
where I'm standing I'm nearly there, I'm counting, counting Step by step we climb mountains So I ask, why, why? I ain't getting no answers Again I ask
s for real I know it's hard to swallow, that's a big ol' pill If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch some steel I know it might sound crazy, that
And on the count of 3 Blow up - ah Blow up - ah) Yea - and that I will Nigga and that I will I keep a checklist of rappers that I'mma kill I used to
: Ol Dirty Bastard] I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u Ohh, sssshit, nahh I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your
I drop the top so I can show the stones I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones I'm popping shit on my mobile phone I never slip 'cause I keep the fully
why I'm spittin' cyanide each and every verse I see the Carlyle group and Harris Bank Accounts I see 'em plead the 5th each and every session now And while Reichstag burns I
, with my heat in a radiator I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro' That's why I ain't got
see a young *** getting plenty dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan That's why I keep the nine in the Bently door
's why I've picked up the pen To keep your boy from servin' life in the pen, ya heard? Yo, I stay grindin', everybody counted me out Now I'm rewindin
AKA the goat R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh I told y'all that I would make a killing I told y'all I blow like Mount St. Helen's I told y'all I'm
