in the last three years, fuck them.
passes.
Yeah, you pussy.
Bang!
Ha!
Bang!
Nigga still got
car from my trailer album.
This is something I'm only riding in convertible.
I'm signed to MMG, money, murder, and guns I knew Ross was official, I knew him a long time
Go for shades just so he can look in my eye Back with the remix, heard you back in the precinct Quee-yapping, you weak, look back in the mean grip Automatic with three clips
You rap with a weakling, snacking some mean chips.
I'll spread the rack on the clean whip.
I'll get it back when the keys to Graham's back.
And we surround rapper Martin Manhattan.
You don't have
to believe it.
Marry the queen chick, she be keepin' it kingly.
I be grabbin' the cleavers, clappin' them leeches, when the rest of them leeches.
I blast them to pieces, that's when I reach it Then you paraplegic, with me on that mixed beat shit By the bottom, that's the P, bitch, you get defeated
We the mafia like the three six.
The king finna have the actual reason to suck you maggots for breathing.
No pacifier.
How it's pacified.
Your arms fire crumbs when you
We'll see the trap in the eatin' Got him back on the defense I'll be havin' him speechless Flyin' flashy, got him Aggie city Sittin' shots heavy, but I
I'm gonna take what's mine.
I want more money, more pride.
Goddamn niggas about that time.
I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit
I said, I'm back on my ball.
Shit, I'm back on my ball.
hey man peppy fresh off the bus what's the bus residue all in my wrestling hole and
I didn't wanna kiss, I made her touch her toes We touchin' money, but really, who touch
We on the corner while my son's poppin' Willie.
We never run cause we know who run it.
She on the train just to let us run the train.
Biggest.
Go do the body up and give that boy a chance.
Hustler, I got it tatted on my neck of them presidents still tatted across my chest
Pro tools, now they say that we're the best Tell us what you know, cause you don't even know what's next
I passed the Papoose out on a fast break Her pussy can never be better than what's in my ass track
My pussy can never be better than what's in my ass.
I'ma take what's mine.
I want more money, more power.
Goddamn niggas about that time.
I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit
Said I'm back on my board.
Shit, I'm back on my board.
Hey, yo, Pat, remember what we read at the five deadly phantoms photo shoot?
Like, yo, we ain't no fire.
