it'll be for the lust (Lust) Or could it be for the rush (Rush) My niggas love when they bust (Bust) They steady buck and you duck (Duck) They'll put
could it be for the lust (lust)? Could it be for the rush (rush)? My niggas love when they bust They steady buck and they duck They put your dick in the
I pause And ask God why did he put me on the serve, just so I could die I sit back and build on all the things I did wrong, why I'm still breathing And
a circle wit your hoe in the back Be the only damn way I'll be fuckin' around And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the
S body parts back I don't get the newest Benz I get the newest house, newest business I learned that from my Jewish friend I brake bread with the Arabs
up, I pick the gun up Niggaz back up, they know I'm not no fronter I don't talk shit, I just flip it, ya Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my
was too young to raise me right. Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid. Ain't too grown
that front street, woah I pop, I roll, won?t beat at the trap door And a hundred D4L fans runnin' through that back door Woah, woah, he'll do it now
TB some killas And we never taking shit from off another nigga Every time I had mo of to dank Niggas think I be finish But I got mo in the tank I'ma
a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back so I packed for the shtetl dreamed big I wouldn't settle put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals I'll
layin' over my lap A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that I just saw the dealer and I'm goin' right back Stashin' my g*** 'cause I know they might rat I
that'll be his lucky charm I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I
you be down, When them black boys beat Reginold Deny to the ground? Now, I would've be, before I died, I Decided for the buck of it I tried to rap a
I just had to bring 'em back Flamboyant baby You know I had to bring 'em back yo When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck
her ass off at Kaiser Never would I let her put a baby on me I ain't the one, I'm Step Daddy I had to let her know just how I feel I'm living way too
't get game You'll only get dog fake number and name She's a mother to be and you better believe You'll be looking at her mean next time you meet Young
' to take you to jail You could give a man time but you don't know In a matter of time, I'll be runnin' the show Now another young buck wants to be on
times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that 'Cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend I'll keep rappin' to the very end And if you call me fake I'll say, "So what? I