Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body Like hoola-hoops Mami told me son, hold your own And one day your
make me pop a fella Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, SIG!!! [Beanie Sigel] WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call the
A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up You know my clan hold big guns in they hand, to plays up
for me Got my glocks with me, come ride my block with me Intoxively, I bought that Hennessey Come ride with me or homicide with me Outlawz nigga Shit
the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started shit Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against me Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog
me, look me in the face, ask me Are y'all really holdin' weight or did somebody ask me? Ja the myth, ready hand me the fifth let me explain Your lil'
better keep buy me/ or bring out that bad guy in me/ u don't want that/ man they say the squad is too hot/ dey say it still be hot during August and July
to play the hand that God chose to hand you I plan to double down when my turn comes around I suggest you do the same, you can't take these chips with
ding ding) So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise Look into my eyes tell me
me wanna bust shots We speak daily on the regular Run your jibs all day chip in my cellular Shoot down to Jamaica, pretty white sand Suntan oil, Pina Coladas in your hand
your blood (This is fucked up) Ya'll got hate in your blood (This is fucked up man) Ya'll got hate in your blood Listen, I know ya'll niggas want me
better? Walk around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder I lust for cheddar, you owe me Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like
your ... you ... my hands dirt, my face clean self made, trying to stay up about to stay clean work that triple bean, pappy call me swagger money low break it down
, wave your hands in the air if ya came to party, party Get down, baby, we get down Neptunes, Most Wanted, baby, we get down Come on, wave your hands
be on some new and improved Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew Tell me who wanna mo', catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do Give me 10
with me No fight with me, forever kept it tight with me Sometimes you ditched the fellas Just to come and ride with me Then stripped me down, licked me up, every night with me