alone he's at my house you had your time pretend now its mine tell em girl just get off the phone he's at my house hey he's at my house {Verse 2}
re kickin' drama, but then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up But it's my J
t hit me back, something is funny So I called her mother's house and asked her, had she seen my baby (whoa, ah) Drove my 6 around lookin' for that missin' lady
nuts in her mouth, when she come to my house I know that's my bitch and she don't tell nobody shit She keeps it cool, she said that pussy's mine And
was this lady this demented lady with a little fried egg on her head in the middle of July. God what a sight and ever, ever since I saw that lady
then I flip 'em and run up in 'em Send her back to him And go to his house and blow him with her I run my right guard in case my shot ain't handy Speed
thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold Need results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face
his house and took everything except the kitchen sink Little man murdered on the scene He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17 Granny's
Said he met the judge's daughter and went up inside her House, there's a Mouse who Runs Around the Clock snitching Who he hitting, I think he hit it raw cause he
your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream
and my chain got cuts Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts Starks stays in luck, truck There's a new gangster in town and he's comin' up Staten Island
bed He's burnt up like the weenie and his name is Fred He wears the same hat and sweater every single day And even if it's hot outside he wears it anyway He's
All my children, no, that's Cosby No, speed racer, no, that's Shaft No, that's Kimble, my fault the TV's off There she is, what a doll No, that's Chucky
's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
inside a broken antenna Motherfucker [Verse 4: Coast] I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds Homie
's happening And I hear her say [hook] You heard of tech He's like the best He built his nest In the midwest The boy can flow And he be busting like
back on 'em, Facebook, Computer love, crept on the Mac on 'em, Now he's salty, cause he found the woman he loves is faulty, He told her at the very beginning
out the X house it's right around two Off to Westport to kick it with the Hurricane crew Saw my niggas C and G after party at the room My home girl Leasha
