(feat. J-Money) All my hustlers say bow, Mr.hanky, collipark, all my hustlers saying V-I-C, J-Money We got you one V.I.C. [Chorus: J-Money] Pull up
in the back Flamboyant, never givin' a slack, I jam joints when I live on a track Ran point when they gave me the Mac I'm on fat, never lack the realness, I
you rhymin I give the atonement like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse
take me alive) Young, H O V From the number one, R O C We got another one (They'll never take me alive) Young, H O V From the number one, R O C I got
, nigga What's your name fool? Capital P, Bandana P, V I P, M V P R S V P or R I P, V S O P, A S A P P C P, P get piecy with the hoes First they gotta
load of me. I'll take them on a killing spree. I'm gonna take some jocks out with my gun. Then they'll see what I call fun. Because you were the outcast
guns to none, survive with the chain We know who did it I ain't crying insane, I hide from the fame A V in the vain, i'm seing his pain, damn This my
me Don't you know I'm king jealousy & I can't forget the snapshots I've seen Well the next time 'round, I'm gonna chain you down I've had enough weekends
the F-I-S-H S-C-A-L-E-S you can find me rollin' hella sess I keep a smile cause I never stress I'm gettin' love in Kentucky from Paducah back to Somerset
H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C We got another one (They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!) [Young Chris] Young, H-O-V From the number one, R-O-C I got another
- Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P R-S-V-P or R-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P Prodigy Bridge- P-C-P, P get piecy with the hoes first they gotta come bless
me from the blind side, me the P the one who spread love, me, I never shit on my peeps I never left my dawgs out in the cold I extended my hand wit compassion
I seen niggaz like you, they usually get blasted Cameras to memorial lies, open caskets Open season, rhyme or reason Crime time, prime time, V.I.C. this
in the back Flamboyant, never givin a slack I jam joints when I live on a track Ran point when they gave me the Mac I'm on fat, never lack the realness I
and small alms I might recite a small prayer If I ever said them I lay down on an iron frame Found myself in bedlam I wish that I could take something
not matter I remember The way you hurt the ones that used to care I remember The pain they felt that I could never bear I remember The tears they cried I
I feel a deep incision Spine and steel collision All these lies I see in your eyes I don't know what to believe The truth twists and stretches The futures
