Yeah.
Donnie.
Hey, yo, Jada.
What up, fam?
Huh?
T-Block.
Hey, you ready to go in or what?
Yeah.
All right, clip up the nigga.
Donnie, hey, yo, can I get any higher?
They say chic on fire.
I feel like Def Jam just signed Stoudemire.
I've been to Jesus.
I was chewing on the pacifier.
I keep that Nick Cannon with me.
No, Mariah, they say the hood is mine.
It's like a nigga was born again to win.
She boots Donny Frankenstein.
My Audemars pretty as Camara, ain't it?
Paul Serbo bout to get that bitch painted Lucky Luciano aka Piano Man Mr. Play With Keys, or P's Percocet, Looch, Bags of Oxys These lil niggas with me on the dust tie So I recommend your faggot ass to walk by But touch the sky, to pray to Allah I'm all about the mighty dollar, let's keep it real
Y'all know the deal.
I'm worse than that BP oil spill.
Tug the L. A little less depending who you talk to.
through cd shy lights i'm a wolf black version of twilight these rap niggas too big they never bite it's a rap stick up
I heard your album, but like the city, I come back on a darker shell.
Shit!
What you know about Don Don?
Fully automatic on the shoulder with straps on.
L.O.X, the projects.
Fruit poems, the jails, the street for V-Reps.
We're sorry if this ain't for iTunes.
Deep block, this here's for my goons.
Cop back.
Clip up.
Cop back.
Clip up.
Cop back.
Broad day, no masks on, Flicky clappin' My best customers is Soulja Boy and Ricky Hackin' Just casino, no spades or pity packin' It's goin' down in the hood, nigga, plenty action I'm doin' addition, you doin' subtraction My crew on a mission, your crew is relaxin' Guess who in the kitchen, guess who movin' packsin' Public information, these are proven facts
And fine with the OGs I'm down bottom Somewhere hot with no grease Hotting dinner with young millionaires That sold cheese Now they just sit back
Talk shit and blow trees.
My outfit's unwearable.
My shoes don't fit you.
My pain's unbearable.
Niggas that listen to my shit.
I ain't hearin' you, I been that nigga dog, you always been terrible.
That's why the label ain't playin' you the day you decide to come through.
We air it.
Shit.
Get accolades from the crooks.
Mac Pro.
Way before Apple made the book.
Real gangsta.
All our honeys have to take a look.
No pets in the building, but they have to take a wolf.
Get at you.
But without you, you're a downy on the hook.
I'm a getting money nigga, but you cry me with the jokes.
Cry me.
Name the block that his jeweler's on.
It'll be the same block his medulla's on.
New M5, new Frank Mueller on.
Yeah, I'm a boss, but I still get my shooter on.
Like I care who you around.
I take long shots.
NBA shoot around.
Get the homie to pull the hoop around.
Get your girl and pull her poop around.
Let's go.
The only thing you're missing is the glitter.
Follow niggas.
And we ain't even talk about Twitter.
Shit.
Shit.
What you know about Don Don?
Fully automatic on the shoulder with straps on.
L.O.X, the projects.
Fruit poems, the jails, the street for V-Reps.
We're sorry if this ain't for iTunes.
D-Block, this here's for my goons.
Cop back, clip up.
