Thats that bullshit

Ic-don motherf**ker

Da bullshit

Funk doc motherf**ker

Push whips motherf**ker

Na na chill out who got the weed in this motherf**ker yo

Brick city jersey I got the weed homie

Na na na chill chill chill na na chill n***a where the weed at

Its da bullshit bullshit

Ppp n***a

Yo where the weed at fellas what you lightin

Yo yo you motherf**kers gon learn

When it come to this shit I aint about takin turns

Cuz docs in the place

The cold n***a Im too late to thaw

Doc unfold niggas til they ribs is raw

Whether you up the ball or ride the b***h

My pens write with a vengeance and viagra in

Stay hard like the biceps when its stacked

Im gritty I wouldnt love in a tennis match

I dont like to sign autographs half the time

I scribble my name and draw a jackass design

Calvin kleins spalled on the floor

You just got dogged on the tour so send some new whores ho

I got a food table to warm a new neighbor to warn

And people at the label Im on

Crunch time what you think the forty-four is for

When I grub I want the whole smorgasboard

Gotta clean my act up and get my thoughts straight

Stop smashin the five and appear in the court dates

I wont ride the bike unless its c b r

Wit no tricks but a b***h itll be on next

Im still wheel handlin you die in a ambulance

Block prime scramblin glock nine handlin

Duckin the flows of mind travelin

You heard it before you aint sunshine anderson

Got a bomb plantin and Im ready fo mo

Bitches gettin in my party givin head at the do

All my niggas and my shortys and get high in the audience

I carry a gaudy gun youll die in the audience

Thats the bullshit the bullshit

We walk up in the club we on the bullshit

Thats the bullshit the bullshit

Fondlin your b***h ass off the bullshit

Thats the bullshit the bullshit

Brick city brook-non off the bullshit

Thats the bullshit thats the bullshit

Thats the- nah nah nah nah chill n***a thats the bullshit

Yo I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand

His limpin lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants

One nine in each arm I get hot as I squeeze from it

Now hes a cheap ornament died in a street tournament

Peep the clues not deep wit dudes

My benz dont carry shoes cuz Im cheap as jews

But I let off this cannon bet your fleet would move

After that I tell you and what the beat to do

F**k the visine duck when I lean out the window

Wit a shottie wit me and myself and irene and my team

F**k your mainstream dry off feet

Im explosive as simon in die hard 3

Now you wavin six flags like you at ga

Cuz my gun on standby like a flight delay

Sprayin water on all those whoevers hot

Take they mic take they jewels then them bezell doc

Stop ic-don get gone n***a Im here

Sippin a beer 5th with the clip in the rear

Thatll lift him off his feet make him flip in the air

I pull big guns out like Im hittin a deer

You dont really know when trouble come

When you open your door and somebody in yo house chewin bubble gum

With double guns cocked in each hand

n***a you about to be buried in beach sand

I dont care if you broke or not

I dont care if you sell weed dope coke or not

n***a I still smoke the glock

Give your face polka dots yall better hope I stop

Man doom I kidnap a classroom

Hide em in the left wing of my bathroom

Do you think you could survive all that we bring ya

Bullets comin at ya just as long as your finger

And every morning I linger on the corner just drinkin

Borin and thinkin how Im bout to score with this ink pen

You better hope we blow on this rappin shit

You dont want us to go under the mattresses

Shorty lookin at me funny like I dont get bank

My house is hot b***h I swim in my fish tank

Every car got a bar the whole clique drink

Im a dirty n***a nuts sweaty d**k stink

After we f**k Im takin you to s and ds

Thats a lie b***h I am on ecstasy

I wont remember none of this when the x in me

So if you want s*x for free check for me ic-don