Songz] You know, and I know, we need to geeeeeet riiiiiiight I'ma call you, and i'm comin through after miiiiiid-niiiiight So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or sloooooow dooooown You
leave them niggaz brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you
(Come on, come on) And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR, after they plug you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs
All black wheels step out the line ima show you how that mac feel I'm like she ? in the corner of that backfield ? or get your motherfucking cap pilled? rolling and then swerving and ? through
them niggaz brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you
about what's going on in your head Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody else Seventeen dead, anybody else Do or don't you
I could probably do a I expect you to laugh, Now when you see me do a trick and even if it isnt funny cartwheel or somethinf if you move the couch, but
or somethin' if you move the couch But that ain't what I'm fuckin' about I could sew your mouth shut and pump air in through your nose And fuckin' pop
a Stanley? Where'd you get that? It's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you It's like a dick all up in you although I wouldn't now Look at
of the wicked shit its time to get high Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by Detroits legendary demon lopatara Staring you right back through
stoppin nigga Cause I ain't had enough of you bitches Now sex out south When you put it in her mouth And you don't need help from hitch You can find em
it alright? [Verse 1] See what you don't know is I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist I keep my pistol in my grips You disappear like extra clips If you
trees TRU to the game and gone off that Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset And when you ride through the town you better wear your
Duece got his, you better think twice bitch 'cause you got kids Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live Thug life and you
than most do G4's or better, how I fly through the coastal I'm live with the toast dude, I'm liable to approach you Like 'Hi' then 'Bye' and I will just
it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed For maybe 2 or
Everything is moving like you on a tricycle You caught up in the pickle but I get you out I blow you a charge through your nose, not your mouth Slow down, hoe damn, you
fire and dip hoe Cause a nigga gone off that Quevo Why you still runnin' yo mouth bitch You must've not known who you fuckin' with We'll leave you dead