, Now what we doing with it You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it Some say this shit
are you speaking When no one asked you You see right through me How do you do that shit? x3 How do you x5 You see right through me How do you do that shit
s the same thing All day long But that's the screw face Rappers will friend you at 1st but really they two faced Hopein u trip and slip over your own shoe lace That
once He must of got double clapped Your niggas dyin but he ain't cryin Soldier no doubt He looked you dead in the eye Said "get that money" checked
ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you The suckas that got the
off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that Yeah, we off that, is you still on that? And we still makin' money 'cause we still on that
hair Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here I mean if you a fan I consider you fam' But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn All that ("Do you
You see right through me How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you?
shit After Katrina, after the towers We holds our heads high after disaster [Hook] When the levees broke when the planes hit whats going on ma nigga, the same shit
big boss rick rizzle the rich nizzle its Ricky Ross you know the name bitch know what I came wit D block triple c we on that same shit CHORUS
' about, ?Say that one more time? We talkin' about, ?Yo, come again? Y'all talkin' about, ?That nigga's a punk? We talkin' about, ?Dat yute's a fosse? For the kids that
page but it ain't no scandal People dead! Light that candle Spark that good shit turn on the engine Put it in gear my dear pay attention Ain't no celebrity
it is be like them white folks invest that shit instead niggas clownin' on the red carpet showing my neice that a million on the neck is the hot shit
do too Yeah, all my niggas nuts and I'm a loose screw Bitch I get big bucks pockets on Bruce Bruce Yeah, I talk that shit, bitch I got red, bitch I
, baby, I be the wishing well For real though I know our shits not perfect We connected in our space Where our love's written in cursive Put that rock
your eyes Why you standin' there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed
asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that,
your lips, my bum is on your lips And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss" And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect