eyes, You close your fist They tell you what to see. Long arm fell short, You're property. Until you earn enough to own. Work hard ethic is a LIE.
met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know
'em shit son? How could you do that? I'm the jolliest nigga you know, son How could you do that to me, son? Damn
! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 2: To the top now Im a pop now I got
to a muthafucking mixtape. . . imma walk up to ya my nigga, AND IMMA SLAP YA WIT A STACK OF 50s NIGGA SAY IM LYING THANK ITS A MUTHAFUCKIN GAME, FUCK A
Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a Frankfurter For a
be let go, released into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace [Kanye West] You know what, yo? you a bitch! you should have a travel agent cuz you a
make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga Fake niggas, help you recognize a real nigga Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma, only son
gave it to my bitch My first home invasion, papa gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny, mama? Only son be baking
still ripe Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do If these niggas animals then I'ma have a mink soon Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the
up all hours a night, thought the pussy was good 'Bout 15 years ago, shit I can't imagine she'd remember that a nigga made a mean egg sandwich [Big Tigger
t gonna find a thing Sorry about callin' your dad a son of a bitch earlier Hey, do you think he'll still hire me? Whoa, that thing's little The diamond, I mean
I'm walkin clubs with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a
And all them niggas that talk, Them bitches neva had money Whip it with a phunk and get that extra mob money Get yah first million and the come in with a
the phone with a bitch that you will never know So you can son me never, I don't get bitter I just get better And a verse is just a verse for me I keep
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
to find our way And I might be a come up (Nice) And baby you can hitch a ride But you gotta know how to do More than how to keep a thump up (You ride
