and jacking is how They get paid, pull out a gat and break your ass down Nigga show no fear, but you scared as hell And your partner riding which he'
stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning and a new fitted and some job opportunities thats lucrative and
alone Somebody was naughty when they snitched on me And the judge just sentenced me to do about a century I'm mobbin' through the county mainline Back
bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back
know it's nothin' but love But this game that we play in it's money, murder and mayhem We got rules and we gotta obey them Got dues and we gots to pay
) I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little chick's Neck like a pixie stick the sick Satan worshippin' Bitches get horse-whippin's, I'm in the back Through the back
back hammers im a six point star in a gray bandana i die for this, nigga you rhyme for this pussy i ride for this and
and turn, [Incomprehensible] You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce Everybody just rock it, don't stop it You gotta rock it, don't stop Keep tickin' and
This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been Inflicted again and again and again and again
) Like thoughts out the back of my mind going back in some time Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line Look back and you find
Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kicking dirt on Michael's name Show Woody and Soon-Ye at the playoff game, holding hands Well, sit back and
love but now she violated Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated They outdated and incarcerated Loved and appreciated, hated and very debated For every career created was eliminated And
Hey, hey old bean and you to baby sweetness Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio And I didn't have to break in this time I'm back as a special
brother still getting cheescake on these dummies deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit and its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this
Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"} [Styles P] Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em Long with the razor and the doctor
of this? Tell me before they gotta jail me and nail me Had to mention it You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this What's the sense of this
stylin' But the road with you and you and you And I can stop with the drop of the Caribou And if they see me pop and their still with you and you And
even though nina got a bitch i love the way you wiggle and wobble it, its so marvelous so hey hey hey baby tell me what ya say, tell that nigga that-a-way and