I lost my mind cause I?m the one who found The broken wings with a lot of useless things I am divided Burn on the cross of? Emptiness is cool To be
I don?t wannabe me I don?t wannabe me I don?t wannabe a slave I don?t wannabe hit I don?t wannabe hit I don?t wannabe hit by wave The rabbit?s flying
smack the paparazzi (repeats) smack the paparazzi he's camera drops it the look on his face like he can't believe he clocked me stop being so cocky when
my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Smack my bitch up Smack
Look back and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, till you get sore Smack that, oooh Smack that, all on the
North side hoe, South side hoe East side hoe, West side hoe North side hoe, South side hoe East side hoe, West side hoe Where dem gang, gang signs (Show
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and gettin' my dick sucked Still makin' cheese, ridin' clean and gettin' my dick sucked Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese
Yes, sir, once again it's on, Juicy J featuring Project Pat Chronicles of the Juiceman, North, North Part 2 Raise your thumbs up, my nigg' It's on, fool
'Cause I'ma smack this muthafucka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka Back up 'cause I'ma smack this muthafucka
Get ready for the smack down Get ready for the smack down How you gonna react when you put on your back now? 'Cause there's no turnin' back when you're
Girl, where's your head full of lead? Can't you see what you're doing to me? Wipe that disgrace off your face Look and see what you've done to me Girl
Betcha didn't know that I'd be back, ya better put down the pipe Stay off that crack, sober up and get some sense, I'm gonna Take you higher than Manhattan
Here under wraps human surplus / sirloin and dark peephole deluxe Here in the cage steroid surprise / babel skinned consolation prize C I've got an audience
Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars Grippin' your nina hard, bitch, my blood inhated by heart When I buck you gonna start recognize
Fight, fight, fight It's about to be some shit nigga we here now We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we
Don't you get mad at me, 'cause your broad den chose-a Glad to see the truck when I pull up Gon' pop the lock, big botty hoppin' in now Dark skin, gold
I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay a dollar
Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth Shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth Shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch Shut