I said, "You talk too much" Homeboy you never shut up A big blabbermouth, that's what you are If you were a talk show host, you'd be a star I said your
Lou Vuitton Monogram Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so well? These barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+ Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh! [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Malice] They'd
I begin this century So mention me and I'mma heat the track up If it's a 100 of you demons I suggest you go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up
, some clones trying to sound like me Biting my space styles, biting my horror core All I saw was Kool Keiths on my thaw Record companies had G'd off
em off G.P. Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C. D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C. C-74 switched 'em over to P.C. Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E. Fuck me why,
minutes, You want an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me I got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw, I even got flip a dime for them rock stars
I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track The Dramatics and Battle Cat and Snoop like that Big stars
Whole fucking club, jump in your cars and follow me It's dude from the Chi and the D-O double G We platinum, platinum stars Platinum, platinum chicks
Ia??d heard Your name, but never seen Your face Been touched before but never Your embrace Had a soul to lose and the world to gain But then You whispered
2 records hard to find, so I thought I'd start this rhyme witha couple bars and lines of leavin' it all behind. I've had all the dimes and all are fine
All Red Wanna Rush and go to bed You interrogate that bitch like you'd da Feds So she says She in love with a rock-star. rock-star Wanna Smoke my weed
' up in Mid-LA eating Mangos Keep a couple Pink Toes in my Sandals Got some Bangles all over my Ankles Such a Star they say I'm' a Star Spangle Buh
smack that, all on the floor Smack that, Give me some more Smack that, till you get sore Smack that, ohh oh oh oh oh [Verse 1-Akon] Up front, star ready
fart in a chair Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start
By my Z'd up, whatever the fuck, who gives a fuck? You get fucked My coalition specializes in collision The clash of the cliques, the duel o' the iron mac
Who else they gonna goddamn call to talk this shit, nigga? You already know who run them goddamn bricks down Fo' real nigga, all that flexin' ain't 'bout nothin', nigga This Mac
rollin on them po-poes dropin that viper smokin that indo makin that bank roll Stupid ass bithes dont you know Killa Klan Kaze playas makin them profits Hoe [MC Mac
thang like I'm shooting off a Mac whoa It ain't no game I play when it come to D And if you get it from me then you getting dope D'd We looking for them