I think it's time I start feeling I've too nice, too motherfucking long Yeah, it's definitely I get nasty (Goin' be shit)
Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish like the westerns Ten paces, turn around and at unfamiliar faces y'all industry niggas shut the fuck up Swear you know a nigga's by readin the Vibe some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life I stop the presses, let this be your last interview you do I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet boo And y'all niggas kill me with Windy Williams shit Well see a player ?, a nigga Puff jerkin niggas money Something ain't right, niggas ain't got no whips Where they at, but fuck y'all we got more chips Shit y'all nothing, I can buy a ? for a bitch Now let me see what else, oh yeah these act like we married We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you Yo, if I hit I hit that, why don't you leave it at that Instead you try to star sixty-nine my on jacks That's why you get smacked, y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn That's why of these younger brothers don't go on that turn As for y'all MC's, write your rhymes Might as well your microphone, that's how I feel if it ain't your own But we as individually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to write your Sixteen Bought like sixteen cars and ain't none of them yours y'all niggas up and made it through these doors, shut the fuck up
Shut the up (Hot damn) (Going be shit)
Yo, yo, yo, hey yo I pump up, get big walk through the jig Hat back, that's straight to the bar, kid No weed, as an ox the big man from Lox You see solo in some spots, no just blocks The freaky one, mom I was soon to be done Because I more, and my career's yet to begun But I can't help that, you bless me they looks and pops with the yanks So now the dimes brain, and spot me faster in his hand Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff me the better things in life And how to live phat like Biggie, so I my shit like that Half rough half jiggy, this time college nigga, part time job Had to the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy drugs Caught slipping got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog Shorty rushed the building with the out, he spit around I'm like, whoa! I guess it was God that pushed my head down, I ain't know, word yo And since then neither or christian, but I keep the faith in Him Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas click they know by now better ? wha
Yo, hey yo, my whole click been ConAir, every time we fly but we don't shit We play it when in doubt no cash, plastic, gats plastic Now that's sweet, undetected, so when I walk the scanners it don't beep I hear fuck Sheek, the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so what they signed to Bad Boy jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if I'm gettin jerked I'm still Seeing Push the big boy that fly by like zooms So I sit and ? a bitch, Lox in Cancun Up in daddios fucking wild hoes, the groupy So y'all, we paid y'all ?, we train hard continuously, cause we I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and won't til one of us With one through the heart, but even then that won't us or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old, hand worn down from In the of fame, we killed this game in your website like spiders Old and gray we're still the same Lox you can't us, wha