(Oh no) I caught him with a to the chest (Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his (Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his (Oh no) Cry babies go
(Oh no) I caught him with a to the chest (Oh no) My put a hole in his vest (Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his (Oh no) Cry babies go
I got scared as fuck like when condoms break Or how your heart deals with eatin' eighty pounds of So put your belly on a and watch your weight You frosted like a and Ludacris feels great!
Who want come me, face come want who? And women give me face 'til their face blue They can't breathe, to mouth resuscitation A tight squeeze what stops the lengthy
I Playstations, cops and lose agents I'm Love, I close curtains and fuck patients When I kick and rip and flip an indispensable My black ass is so hungry I'll take a out of crime
And it'll hurt if I swallow, but more if I choke Neighbors the fire station off the blunt that I smoke You see I crush cowards, funerals send flowers And I'm on the overpass flick pennies at rush
(Oh no) I caught him with a to the chest (Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest (Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome (Oh no) Cry go home
(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the (Oh no) My hollow put a hole in his (Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his (Oh no) Cry babies go
You see I'm ambidextrous I slap ass both hands Delete your first steps, but save the last dance I just bought some new guns my mama said "it worth it" But I'm at the shooting range just 'cause practice makes
Bullseye, I growth and stop lives You run with niggas that's more then pot pies Bok bok bok I'm your tale feathers I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Webber
Luda' take you back to hunt and double dribble When niggas sold quarters and dimes and smoked My got big TVs and satellites I got a Wheel of Fortune I flipped O's like Vanna White
And the survey says? (Kill a mutha now) Could it be off with his head? (Or a mutha fucka down) Ground round, chuck your ground beef Bullets gather round then I shoot rounds teeth
(Oh no) I caught him a blow to the chest (Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest (Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his (Oh no) Cry babies go
(Oh no) I caught him a blow to the chest (Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest (Oh no) I'm 'bout to send two to his (Oh no) Cry babies go
I kick niggas in their ass, reboot 'em like And wouldn't even box if I gave 'em a flat top You punks pucker and pout, and babble Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in
You see I'm from a small town "Fresh off a cop's ass" Where Mr. Head-Potatoes are skinned get mashed I smell puss from fifty not playin' with full decks as if I jacked out ya Jacks and left fifty cards
Catch me in spendin' the green I re-up with more chips than a vending Then you can catch me in Rome, mackin' broads and sticking 'em And you'll be at picking your boogers and flicking 'em
A drug dealer's dream, so and I'm so clean I'm a grown ass man and are sweeter than sixteen So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just Headed downstairs to get you some milk and
(Oh no) I him with a blow to the chest (Oh no) My put a hole in his vest (Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome (Oh no) Cry go home
(Oh no) I caught him with a to the chest (Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest (Oh no) I'm 'bout to two to his dome (Oh no) Cry babies go
(Oh no) I caught him with a blow to the (Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest (Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome (Oh no) Cry babies go
(Oh no) I caught him a blow to the chest (Oh no) My hollow put a in his vest (Oh no) I'm to send two to his dome (Oh no) Cry babies go