Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin', Hey, my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me? It's E-feeze, mutha fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of I cuss a fucka out
Niggaz gon' be feelin' I'm revealin' Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same make a million Vibrate love an' happiness in this maze Hate us playaz, got this ryhme stayin' in a
Kill wit a pill, broke like Nintendo Three hours an' fourty-four minutes to Frisco the rappin', 4-Tayzee baby Me an' 40 Water in the big Mercedes
Four hundred, hundred V-12 black Coupe None of my weebles wake Barkley comin' out the roof major game on the strength Man, we goes back juss like them an' 'em temps, uh
Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston her profession just was stackin' major paper roll First at times it seems, gold credit cards, we that ass from Bennies to Bossalini's, collectin' cash
They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Davis Born an' raised in the Bay, them can't fade us I am the rapper they call 4-Tay 360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay,
Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy Gettin' drunk, high, so they saved ya nigga From the of the stream to the top of the mountain In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout what's down
An' these niggaz feelin' me, up the love I give Nigga, all of us got kids, an' got one life to live But sometimes that shit matta can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta
All over shit leavin' motionless Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' like kiss The only nigga sick as behind me Is the gangsta, S P I C E (Yeah, me, yo)
albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my name Five in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain To the greedy paper, I'm on the MTV news I'm havin' slugs fo niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues
I ain't a mutha fuckin' but my crew run like the Mafia 8ball, 4-Tay, Banks an' 40 An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle Met a of incidents where some niggaz tried to kill me
Just a part of the game, jealous out fo' fame steady bustin' at me is to give no name But they runnin' up on this muthafuckin' Don They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs a nigga That's fresh out on
Long time comin', baby, somewhere off in the Me an' 40 Waters it up, keep or kill On the about this underground lifestyle Intoxicated an' heavily sedated
Bank's the beat, I grab the mic an' bust Turn into a monster, eatin' weak up Smokin' up, pinnin' hoes knees up Feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the up
Jesus prayin' fo the weak Hopin' somebody's on knees prayin' fo' me In the midnight hour, on them drugs In a room 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was
They shot my mama's house up, in 1992 I keep goin' back an' possum like I don't know who If I knew who? When? Where an' how? If I knew back then, I know now?
The rap game never gon' be decreasin' The thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin' And there will be no night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG Only drip we layin' it down since Trout season
Now, all of a sudden I good as Toni Braxton In a white wit toys of traction Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a look You can me in the Florida designs book
The hall of game, is a 420 wit rims all day up on [Incomprehehsible] Nigga, this ain't none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit An 'em is 'cuz I they region, recognize game recognize game
360 degrees of game, 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game 360 of game wit hella bomb on the brain 360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' game 360 degrees of game wit bomb on the brain
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