me to rest But I survived I am your soul I am your master You are my tool to bring disaster You know I love you but that's a lie I only need you to
eating shrimp at Belonte's Every time you see me I'm connected to a dime piece I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I
I'ma say what I wanna say I call myself what I wanna call myself, you know what I'm sayin'? So they need to stay off my dick, you know? Damn right, I
You know my name, so I run this town When I'm on this mic, yeah So here I go B.o.B, Bobby Ray, I don't know, need I know But I know, that I flow, rack
ever need to apologize As your lips unfold Shakin' purple from the cold You better learn to crawl You better learn to crawl Before I walk away Before I
weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess
no need a lyin' You tell me that you're dyin' but I know it's not true Crap game will take you to the cleaners Rye whiskey to the grave River Woman, don't you
see, there go the Robert E.Lee" Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest But
now Come, let me show you how To keep the wheels turnin' you've got to Keep the engine churnin' But did you ever milk a cow I had the chance one day But I
dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-Z" (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you
'cause if I had me some weed you know I'd smoke it with you Come come get with a me, me and my niggas blunts be rollin' Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers
fuck with us But I'm givin' you one warnin' that's a no-no 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready To die, to die, to die, nigga, bye bye Shots
grieve on, givin' you what you need man, clone Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em let 'em know Bone in tha fukkin' war (no, no) you hataz make feellike, you
slugs up in to them domes, so go on You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda You're runnin