Holdin' gats drunk off of cognac Laughin' at life and how my goal be makin' the hoes react Ridin' in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin' stars
ball and we gone pop the top off and we don't care how many bottles or how much that they cost we like them dope boys we just left off the block we open
and tired of niggas fantasizin' they livin' All on the television tryna front like that's your car With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin' star
push me? Before I snap, just like that and bust back Fear, he don't live around here, what's that? Just stack, get your mind right and get your cheddar better
television's put a thought inside your head Llike a barry manilow, jingle I'd like, to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony A symphonic blank stare
wish on a star begging that all mighty Lord to come restore my breathing coz since you?ve been gone it?s like I?m lifeless can?t go on like this baby
that far I'm happy jumpin' fences and runnin' down the street, like a track star I'm at the finish line, it's essential, I'm so influential We'll strip you off
When there's beef best believe we bust We can take it how you want it cuz we thuggin over here Pure, uncut, raw butter over here (Yukon) Yo you see the game getting better
pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent Big bullets, wiggle ya guts like gelatin Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence Ride, stand, and bite the dust Jake wanna be like
are back Oh yes the boys in black, the boy's a {motherfuckin} rap star Teeny rock star, minus the f'real and all the cop cars Rocks off, lock bars with
off You tend to be a little bit soft Well I'm off on my tangent, detective agent Lieutenant who's medicine you left with abrasions Face the day like
way fit How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it'll be okay, I'm so sick Like Ne-Yo say, I'm laid back, like neo-soul I
show off, go off like an alarm in the six Draped in yellow and I'm still poppin' My movie life in the hood is like an ill doctrine Beat trial with illegal
beef with you know who, fucked a few female stars or two Then a blue light niggas knew like Mike-shit not to be fuck wit' Muthafucka betta duck quick
slam jam bring ruckus get you suckers (Shaquille O'Neal) Seven man scissors like the ones I ain't planned Ball daily, hoops from the roof like Haley
the church bells ringing On christmas eve I believe Jesus-calling me Forget the gifts and the shopping lists And the new kicks Your just falling for tricks (you better
An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin' try an' test now Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a fuck Watta feel like? Don't know how to kill?
Hey yo, I'm better off dead than givin' the feds the satisfaction Subtractin' my freedom have me missin' in action A fraction of y'all, raw like colt