Tell em' tell em' tell em' in the truck em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I give a fuck about a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been We a problem Built a whole lab, at their dinner probably Bout our whole and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not but first the world will starve and burn
1] When I hit up the clinic, they say I'm clinically I say I'm just started, they say I must be retarded said I can't live a minute shit I've been living for hours I've been a menace a cop villain never diminished the power It's Eiffel towers and castles, battles and showers of acid tablets you plastic rappers, empower the masked masses, the... King Kong Gorilla the gold Dealin' the of coke to all the dope dealers like...
Tell em' em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I give a fuck about a runner up That's why we bout to run on up we just all been thunderstruck We a problem Built the whole lab, at their dinner probably Bout our gang and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but the world will starve and burn
2] Half of my brothers on the lockdown, and a 'bout to open up some shop now Other that i got'll hold the squad down, with a leader that'll shoot the whole block down a week ago Charlie got that access code, on your email in that brand new apple phone We ain't been out of business we as bent out of shape But we like you mutherfukkers that's making the cake
Flocka Flame] Mans blast what nigga at one This won't last long you dont got no back bone You get no dap you actin through your last song Ain't no different I'm still creepin' like my I that kinda guy been stackin' a 9 to 5 My nigga from the I'll never get a 9 to 5 We've [?] you can't seem to find the time We'll the sides and this pistol give me killin' vibes You said you married to the money see that Mary is And I'm on that new money like Hariet ya' scared or ya' buggin, Better get off and get it Let me if you with it, I got the dope and the bitches Mike Tyson when they and they get it Fuck showing respect, I'm out here [?] and Looking for the weed and crack, Lord I'm for sinning let you niggas finish but I'm only beginning Waka
Master Tape] I'm a phantom in a Ghost rider kill with the balance Kilo of the boy named her Holly Valance Run up on the game, forty four to them challenged And a shout out to the Heron God, keeping no I been heated young, killer the seed was sprung We gon' need to see the coffin man all this shit is done I'm a dogmatic, stillmatic, static God have the ill habits, lord him
Tell em' em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I don't give a fuck about a up That's why we bout to run on up we just all been thunderstruck We a problem Built the whole lab, at their dinner probably our whole gang and we run on anybody Bring our own bag, we born to gurn and not return but first the world will starve and burn