way where ya friends, this shit about to end Fed pulled up in a Benz wid a set of twins what it do [HOOK: Sample looping] [Verse 2: Fed-X] It's the
broke, the kid ain't yours, and everybody know Your old man say, "You're stupid", you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over
they call Peavey I'm Poe as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a design masterwind Not Never The Less Fresh like L addresss
Fuck, shit is real right here Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers Don't get it twisted Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Yo shut the fuck up
cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate Ima come through
, over tree tops Collosal current enforcin, outer bridge crossin One foot first, is the rebirth, the crime arson Caution, furnace flyin, deserters try to black ball us Over
, I'm a poet and I'm harder than a brick I makin' over 3 G's a day and you say That Mad's cuttin' like a blade over sucker DJ Start shinin' all the time
call Peavey I'm Poe, as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a design, masterwind, Not Never The Less Fresh like L, addresss
't matter what size panties, fitting her small And she don't got no problem hittin' us all And she said, she got a man but he in the fed And she miss
Fuck, shit is real right here Roc-a-Fella, LOX Takin' the streets over motherfuckers Don't get it twisted Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Yo shut the fuck up
baller Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette Got green never
in your brain Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine It's the best of a V&E I'm like homes in Charlie's Angels, y'all never seein me Heavenly indeed
're broke, the kid ain't yours and everybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like so? I love my baby mother, I never let her go I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin' over
that i got ta give, real is the only way that i try to live get mines like the next man gets his a closed mouth never got fed thats why im spittin now
about the shit that I express over dope beats You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
my flow so stuck to my raps like stamps to a letter i started of cool, over the years got better was just a battle rapper til ya boy got fed up started
and the jumped ship a prisoner of war now counting bricks i'm proud to be(x3) an american one two three four(x2) yanks & confederates fed up with this