getting heavy, it's fight or flight you know how that goes, Facin' clocks is chasin', got me dodgin' obstacles, And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes, Still
don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
music that you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix with me up on it I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it And everything is real I see Like
with you industry faggots I come to work Emergin from the hurt, that life was and still will be Took a shower at the dungeon, dried off and was still
their money to the drug dealers Dump slugs on all y'all piggies, that club nigga And big dicks is why you white bitches love niggas A black warrior, finger on
your click) My click is stoned like they eyes gazed upon Medusa Makin this picture clearer It gets weirder than incest Knowledge my name, I'm on a different
finger went, back and forth Repeatedly rapidly niggas wanna jump bad wid me Nigga fuck that shit that's why I copped me a glock and went Pop pop pop, I love the sound it goes click
potent To my click, I'm they road dog A mutt in the street gettin full of that damn hog Hangin on the cut with my niggaroes Hittin licks and throw fuck on
Serv-On, Silkk) [Silkk] Huh, what! These niggas have got me so and so. Shit they can't get out of. Man, shit. Picture I got my niggas Gambinos. Serv-On
problems on my mind And another serial number, on my nine So if you looking for Z-Ro, come to Ridgemont When I'm staying and rapping, I'm still on my
that you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix with me up on it I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it And everything is real I see Like my
look like Sharon Stone Washed up M.C.'s, whose styles have been grown Like 40 years old, still pickin' average poems [Young Zee] And now it's on, ya
thang change I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes But I still got love for my 6 9 roots Little girl black rammy on The story goes on but real players