though my voice might crack... let em know, gotta let em know... I still crack skulls and break backs so, tell your sons, rule 1: "Don't write checks with your mouth that your
name's stuck From seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king Wit a million MC's waitin' in line Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them
Now let's play a game of find and search while your mamma cryin' In church, I'll be spyin' for work, I'ma go right on 'Cause when your life's gone, nigga
s only one b*** I'd trade my dope for A lot of ya'll, n***, spend all your money foolishly, man Invest in that p***, that train wreck, that cat piss You know
boy Mistah Fab a.k.a Fabby Davis Jr. of the mac pac holla back Yo boy shawnty is on this beat, boy we got some to tell yah man Look oh he's back its Mistah F.A
A C When you're in the mood to flow let me know 'Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go Now I know that you know that I know you gets
me, Lord but that there niggas on my shit list I know with all this fly shit you got a A K Or a pistol grip give me a click of angels and some bullet
and I can smell a hit So it's music to my ears every time I feel a clip I'm a card shark up in a hard rock Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod
Let's go Let's go (let's go) Let's go (believe that) 3 5 7 9 woo you are a or time Let's go Let's go (baby) Let's go woooooooooo (Cheers and woos
Time to switch now Crys in the glass to sip now X5, superstar, the Icon mamma Stepped out, tanked out and let's dada That's when I come with, run
To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a what Yo best best to give it up Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony Some hump free, they mad
's hard to stop You just go for your partners you know what And then ya' G-R-A-B-T-H-E-M-C-A-K-E-S, aaaaaaaawwwww, grab them cakes(oooooowwwwwww, is that
and straight up tell When you was in your mommas stomach boy I gave yeh hell You got a cousin look just like yeh, name lil trell You got a uncle name
They are the virus that corrupts your soul, They are the cubic zirconia's inside the 10K gold That get green on ya, when you get green on 'em, Ya gotta wash your
's the way it has to be [repeat 2x] [2nd Verse] I made your life a living hell With my infidelity Remember your telling me All I give a damn about
I'm a have to come round your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake And a pistol where ya mamma stay Act like I don't know where you lay Betta act right
and roll You need a dick up in yo' mouth to match that one that's in yo' ass hole - TRICK [Chorus] Time to let them haters know (time to let them haters know
unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a what Yo best best to give it up Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony Some hump free, they mad bogey
