everything you thinkin' can stay in yo brain Nose in the 'caine, but that's yo biz But If it's my work to be sniffin' up, then next week It's gon' be
N.E. V.E.R. C.P.R. Doctor Carter are you the disease boy young money motherfucka deez theez boyz bitches you crazy weez retardz watch nina, mack and tommy
lovin' you Turn your back, they tryin' to break your J A W Who a nigga on the run, eatin' P.O.W.s Strapped with arrows and the chrome B O W? It's no
we're back in the whip, where we sip and flip Can you take it how I give it? Last more than a minute? Let's hit my homie's crib, with the elevator in
my chauffer "to the penthouse" Pockets so deep it's like my money got to swim out Marley say fuck them, Scoob say fuck them Bitch I'm still the best
) Real bad ass ways Real bad ass ways I'm livin' live on hinges, when niggas in Benz's I'm broke I'm givin' nothin' but hell y'all it's cut throat I
gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy I'ma live long homeboy, too deep, too strong homeboy We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy, it's on homeboy Zones with two candy's
like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door and started whoopin her ass worse than before they first got divorced and started throwin over furniture, it's
Justice League It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this Maybach music Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it This living
! they've been taken away! [chorus:] Billy was a bright one Tommy's off his head mother loved them both the same,at least that's what she said
dissolution They tell me the solution is get through the illusion I'm living A few friends killed, a few sent to prison Our mama's tried to warn us but
Iceberg nigga! And if you don't know me you can call me Billion That 'Maro on them four Gaidos And I don't got them Asanti's spinnin' I specialize in
bitch Yeah It's real simple nigga It's just seeing to be what's in you nigga If you a hustler, you gone get dough And that's how it goes [Chorus - Birdman
Slim And the chick the honky's ran to see She was the honky-tonk's fantasy Tina Turner, the living legacy And she's still got you tripping off the legs
codiene and smoking weed Rest in peace to my brother M.O.E. Disco Danny, we ridin' on 4's and the three hundred is candy If them jackers wanna trip I
That's what you call a home-run I knock it out the park when I give her a long one (a long one) It's on, I'm ready, it's strong, it's steady First I'ma
, part four nigga Yo, yo, yo It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory It's like I'm Malcolm, with just
second, then hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, yeah (Blow 'em down God) Now he's alone, he's