You see me in the hood It's 'cause I'm doing man
Niggas, I'm grinding, I still hearing those sirens I'm still chased by those lights the light's lime and my mic's on And my time is none I'm writing more
An' I ain't here to a soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak until these hoe's feel And I can't let y'all me, man I got Kobe homey, you gotta let go off Obie
'Cause be back, we got them craps going on And that yak going on, as a nigga touch down, back from town forever, put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine
Chase cheese, 'til my voice give out This is it my niggas, this we boast about Now I'm here, so shut motherfucking mouth And show me love,
I wanna love you for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you the night I wanna love you for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the
There's a certain mystique when I that you notice That's sort of 'cause you know it's me My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic, the way I to this beat You can't sit still, it's trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I'm strapped, known any minute I could snap I'm the equivalent of what would if Bush rapped I bully these so bad lyrically It even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
You can't pay me enough for you to me It's you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady My is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm brutal
It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, it There's no in it, no more you know I'm rolling with a swollen bowling in my bag You need a fag to and tear a new hole in my ass You love me, bitch
I just wanna you for the rest of my life I hold you in the morn, hold you through the night I just wanna love you for the of my life I hold you in the morn, hold you through the night
My buzz is in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, 'bout the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love me too, I like a boss Nine Eleven Porsche same color as sauce
I ain't front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit Let me find out he fucking with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eating popcorn right, the tape Now shorty mama in the precinct, hollering
I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these I thought Lil' Kim was hot 'til she start fucking her nose I used to listen to Lauryn and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn't have no
That boy D'Angelo, he not to fail That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to My back shots'll help Ashanti hit them notes And Big Ben Charli B'More to deep throat
I just love you for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you the night I just wanna you for the rest of my life I wanna you in the morn, hold you through the night