Welcome back, ladies and To the Roller Coaster stay seated, yeah and hold on even fuckin' tighter now Cause next section's, as big as the Fuckin', bleedin' Ti, fuckin'
And it's called the Heart Attack Which we feel is (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Yo, I know the is watchin' date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin' Waitin' for my downfall, got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, stay rockin' All emcee's paused they heard the album's droppin'
Nuttin' but the hip hop rap concoction Rap's in a of emergency, it's shockin' I produce joints that up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on rock shit
your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it Wild the out, bust a clip for the fuck of it is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? Who the
Stay committed, my soul to this rap shit your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick I with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my dick and it, get the picture
on This is Dr. Trevis, comin' to y'all motherfuckers Hold on, on The Roller Coaster (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Yo, yo, yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the So hard the use nasal pumps Jump out, cock the shottie, 'em up I stomp like the ground ain't paved enough
Inform the former, the step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car was that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear ya Sean and Phat Farm up
I never got a Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as Trick a bitch car off I'm a orangutan when the chain is off,
I set trip and I blas a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin', stains of blood on Roley glass I'm, in your hood nigga throw me bags, y'all
on You've been hit with the ultimate hardcore shit on, hold on, motherfucker The Roller Coaster (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Let's trip the night I'm flexible, used to call me plastic big butt bitches get they ass kicked It is what it is, shittin' on y'all live where we live
I can't be like 'Nobody Beats the Wiz' Like, when Daddy's home can't nobody beat the You know the Clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic a kickstand Two and razors in his wristband
Slap you and bitch, man in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin' down, call me to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the contestant
For aggression, no question, M E to the F And be flexin' as hard as my Kid, learn lesson 'cuz what if I decide to start testin' Your joint, end the session
on This is the moment, where you motherfuckers 'bout to die Hold on, on, yo The Roller Coaster (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Yo, yo, let a nigga get it Lubricate y'all veins with this do it I Einstein the rhymes, spit thangs to prove it Cross with the Mack, in fact, my game's the
Now I'm on the highway, it my way With Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc Performin' like the was warm and drop heat On the streets through zero degree and
Keep the ghetto, pop your Smoke it like a till ya optic yellow The addiction, ain't no I got them rap fillin' out a prescription, with diction
Gettin' thick I put fire to the steaks And burn the odds, like a iron to face These long hard years spent Make it clear, look out, Big is here, nigga, what?
on This is Dr, Trevis, y'all motherfuckers Hold on, on The Coaster Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
Hold on, on PPP Def Squad, we lock shit on, hold on The Roller Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop)