Grind bitch!
Louch] Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son {"Put money on it"}
Yeah, Don flyin out a Tito The further I get the ground look mosquito Dutch burnin, hand big Mojito I don't mean Dorito when I say {"Put some on it"} Yeah, you ain't really all around all that The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout They said, "Yo Donny, you gon' really sign Puff?" I said I'll live too long as Diddy {"Put some on it"} What? I'm the L.O.X. up in a white wife-beater Aston parked at the meter I forgot to feed her, go {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, now they all the Don G I'm on BET than "Leprechaun 3" They say I'm on fire, it hurt when I pee I don't layaway, only y'all {"Put some on it"}
[Joell Uhh, yaowa! Put your up hot stuff, you not tough Let's a game of Trouble and when I pop up It's with the glock tucked, crotched up in a up low like you know how go {"Put some money on it"} I'm a product of the the market with the product I would offer, slaughtered the garbage Slide a condom on your daughter on the in the projects Homeboy I make than a promise {"Put some money on it"} I know the of hate that my worth sparks But I ain't nowhere like a birthmark I puppies before they get to they first bark Anybody wanna get they first spark? {"Put money on it"} Hey, what's the Cat got your tongue? Your words so feint they collapsed in lungs Put some bass in your like you snacked on a drum my fist make a track on your gums {"Put some money on it"}
Never wack so that ain't one of my issues Get my and take care of my pistols Soon as I open a you can see the crystals Soon as the come in you can {"Put some money on it"} me it's important, shoot it or snort it Oxy's, {?}, profit is Stay off the phone cause the calls are And if you can it then you better {"Put some money on it"} Tryin to be a diamond in the I been one Killin with the flow, H1N1 You can get a buck-fifty quick, a one Before rap I had a dealer's income {"Put some on it"} Master Jason God on the rocks with a splash of Stash right here with the ratchet waitin, you hatin the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"}
P] Never trust niggaz no than I can throw 'em Long with the and the doctor can't sew 'em Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta 'em Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em {"Put money on it"} You be that dude in cement shoes or the next nigga on this evening's news Rap beef, street beef, breeze crews Freeze, handguns, machine guns {"Put money on it"} I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa End up with a hawk in your Hardest nigga to in the metropolis Genocide mixed with apocalypse {"Put money on it"} Kill niggaz easy dawg Ghost in the flesh, a Ouija Board Droptop with the BB's on Gun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dawg {"Put money on it"}
I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUSE!
Da 5'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over a century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you flow nowhere near me You Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife Nigga you probably (The Low End Theory) {"Put some on it"} You still doin shows for seats Still rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the Heat Still raps 'bout Kat and Chippy D My next freestyle blast through WikiLeaks {"Put some money on it"} Maserati ridin that Mary on a black and white thang, call that chick Arione Talkin all that you a fuckin fag I do you like a Louis duffle bag, at the {"Put some money on it"} Bitch, a carry on, my head my Barry on, lead throwin With necessary while you on a show for them hoes Gettin your Tyler Perry on, {"Put some money on it"} Uh, my mic manners is mannish I got these young bitches tongue flippin like Spanish You gotta feed her to hit it, that don't count to me I take her, fill her tummy up, I don't out to eat Nickel! {"Put some on it"}
I] Floor seats at the game, I'm traffickin weed I'm at The in The Apple like Adam and Eve And my gat'll put your hat on sleeve Now you really ahead of time, I'm out of your league {"Put some money on it"} See I get and cop the Benz-o My job credentials is It's not so everything is autobiographical Weight of the world on my shoulder, the on my clavicle {"Put some money on it"} But it don't matter though cause go get it Life's a and then you get thrown in it That's why I get (Cash Money) like (No Limit) This shit, I'm so wit it, get it? {"Put some money on it"} This is for you rap stars feelin y'all I'm the sick ward, illest bars ever I ball in the paint It's I'm acceptin bank cards the way that I take charge {"Put some money on it"}
[Joe Low tints on the CL, coupe Only out of the cage when all hell breaks Focus pimpin - all my shooters off the road to redemption, so it's no exemptions {"Put some on it"} Joe is mentioned, the flow is pinchin Got me in a mansion a gopher, Benson If you you rap you better than that What we'll do is treat head like a tab {"Put some money on it"} The outfit is fresh, foam {?} is She don't look a model then I probably wouldn't pop her is my son, should be callin me poppa I won't acknowledge it, treatin me like a Focker! {"Put some on it"} ain't dead, I been puttin the pulse in from long ago (since) I back when Tracey Ullman had her own show (uhh) Want Put Mouse on it If I'm a go ahead {"Put some money on it"}