know his stelo, He on the d-low He smile at niggaz mumbling fuck you in Creole Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger Hold the iron horizontally
come down them niggaz callin' my game Then ge on B E T and they don't mention my name Some grip it on that other level face be bustin' they head Ride Bentley early 90
mind control this torture His accent sounds like the rarest culture Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic
name And rappin' and tappin' is my game Oh yeah? Well, me tell you somethin' Mr. Dolemite the shit you talkin' years ago I could see But it's the 90
to Fullton to Saint James, L.A. to BK Young Rome and I?m serious Born hustler more clever then my nemesis Pop bottles like I?m Michael Jordon in the 90
than Mt. Everest, higher than clouds in heaven Got purp from my endeavors, Boeing 747s I fly like Tony Stark, I got that iron suit I'm makin' Tony Stark money, I got that iron
The Roses Preferring image over substance A hairstyle for a musical influence All those Ultravox records, they're gathering dust But me, I'm still listening to Live Rust And if the 90
warlords We'll cut some deals over nothing more Than a shot of 90 proof There ain't nothin' wrong A few cold beers can't iron out In fact you tell me
the warlords We'll cut some deals over nothing more than a shot of 90 proof There ain't nothin' wrong A few cold beers can't iron out In fact you tell
bust Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust If you bust, when I spray Head for shelter 10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya A lot
of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!) From the '90's, so I never will
a OG In the County jail rappin' and bangin' at the same time And since I don't smoke cigarettes loc, shit I gotta slang mine And I ain't tryin' to get on swole so I ain't fuckin' with the iron
Get that shit that get the club started Get the nigga b'd'd'd'd'd-boom, boom, boom, boom beat down Do that shit You live that life slangin' that iron
in my position, niggaz is grimin' But what they don't know, I got some killers that's behind me I used to pull it off way back in the early 90's If
did it, how we made this music groove your very Soul, soul Yo, I land out in a rent text e 7, v 12, new benzina, 200 and 90 Thou, wow, somethin your
to 3 Before I walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Baby, fix my weave Baby, baby, let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 Pull me over get
ain't helpin' The situation, knockin' the nation Hip-hop will pop pop pop the population Praise is profits, systems knock it Who? But this ain't as smooth as I get A 90
