's shaking then you know you've felt the bass Then the singing starts and they proceed to wreck the place Making tracks just like A B C Picking up awards
' you more reasons to hop in This is a Bentley, not a Datsun Don't confuse me with dude, I'm not him Your man got a lot to learn But you could leave
, had no dough, had no hoes Shit was real thirsty back in them times Like Martin Lawrence a 'Real Thin Line' I ran across a few real niggas, a lotta hatin' niggas A
and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy, I gets more chips than ahoy I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
, funky like a bag of Bravos Way back, when I used to pump 92 KTU and Carlos I just stay funky like that Make you wanna my style like a junkie on crack
Yo You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four And told the cashier to drop to the floor? But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips A
Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a
bein a broke nigga Verse 2- (Jadakiss)-(overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy) I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
and your cash And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast My rude ass, carry three weapons And I'll give your face a C section and keep stepping Who else in a
and the gauges BLOW! Fuck they hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, SIG!!! [Beanie Sigel] WHAT
it's safe to say You ain't seen a playa lay this way Or playa game this way Wit a attitude like and ya don't stop Aficionado, so fashionable Wit a confident
out Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone You can tell that the Hillside was his home Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers Cause he got a
a lot You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocks When the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is finna stop I'm not gon knock a nigga
got more green than a Boston Gems Green (?) , they don't cost in rims Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here
the 60 shot pronto Sheek that kid that spit out like tobacco Lyrically fucked out, a fit ain't chips, we ducked out Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure
aight hot, I make dope raw And send you higher than a long Colt four-four You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor And slam a fool on his back
