come And I'ma represent where I'm from Man I don't want to die, but I ain't scared to Shit I just want to make sure that I'm prepared to Can't leave
You see me, you know that I'm on my Deen Down to get down anytime by any means Known to be OT, reppin on any scene And all about the paper, we stackin
Brittany but it make me sing! (sing!) I'm all over that night stick, (aaahhh!) keep beatin it up like I'm Rodney King! (King!) From behind with a tight
often if I slumber jack Beggin me to call but shit I don't know where her number at (at all) And on the cool, I ain't lookin for it either though Or the
I keep that ammunition handy Screwed Up Click until I die Man I'm so high, I don't think I can drive That's why I'm ridin' shotgun with my shotgun One
I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a
this game, but the grind I'm lovin' Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin' I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves
+ Bun B] I don't take 'em out to eat I ain't here to trick or treat I ain't trying to fix your weave I ain't heard of that!! I'm just here to train
on my money, I keep my mind on my paper I keep a glock inside my pocket for all these jealous haters I trained for chess moves, I'm five steps ahead
Bun B] Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk 'cause I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk I'm no coward, I'm 'dro
rolling Big money folding, your ery'day hustle Today I'm in London, tomorrow I'm in Russia Hurricane Tuck, the man of the hour Just got the money, now I'm working on
left around Nobody left around And I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I gotta go
a medical situation Because the way I'm fucking everything until I'm peeping it Why you trying to do what you already know that I'm the king with it And
Insane Clown Posse(Know what I'm sayin?) Forming a 50 foot Voltron on your ass Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this Run that shit I'm rollin
(bury me, bitch I am everything) ((HED) P.E.) Yes I'm that one nigga I'm God's son nigga i'll fuck your brain, I'm insane I got him on the run nigga
wanna see me He trying to meet me 'cause I'm on TV Better believe I want you And I finna come through 'cause I ate my wheaties Baby, I hope you ate your
.Crakk Cocaine B, B.Mack is back Chad, Chad what's on track? I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn thing I
got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her "Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth" It ain't my fault I'm raw I'm sorry B but I want a war And he stabbed