' Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin' bars Iced out Or wear no ice at all 100 G's on the dice game Life's a ball Listen up, if you real get
and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x) Verse two [fatal] Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in On any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
, "Off The Wall" wit mines I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex You aint on
Maybach on Maybach b-tch I got stacks yeah paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback and I still don't play that I kill on asap and you don't do
Body language sayin' whatever Get down get down Love the way you put that thing on me no doubt Get down get down Baby we can get together turn this party out Come on
me to spank you Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle And if you niggaz don't like what I say I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley
Bond, word is bond, fuck around and get shot As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks
! Ho, go, go! Ho! Ho Ho! Ho, go, go! I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm really really Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Let me holla at the DJ Come on DJ, put that record on
cop drops You buy cock, I buy stock, touch mine, you are not I'm Rocafella with hard knocks, dome shots 'til I get popped Used to ball on the blacktop now I balls on
dead body Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck A nigga try front on his body
this open To all you bitch niggas doubting the force, it goin' to get ugly I'm that nigga that'll fuck you up quick, thats why the streets love me Catch me posted on
Paychecks on Paychecks And I still want payback And I still don?t play that I kill on ASAP And you don?t do shit but get money all day Put some shoes
talking when I listen to rap Only a few MC's get to hang that plaque On the wall rappers ball but they don't live phat Nigga, I doubt if you go gold
i do she gets dick That's what I'm givin her just like that To the front and back, nothing but the bozack The second she get lonely, feelin she can get
the house, bitch She?s a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut Took her to the motel just to fuck Last night she licked all on my balls Pussy got wet
Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the
doubt Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out I'm here, there, everywhere Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a mothafuckin' player Recognize game when it's on