Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I don't give a fuck a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we all been thunderstruck We been a a whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably Bout our whole gang and we run on our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return 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 getting started, 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 killin' villain never the power It's Eiffel towers and castles, battles and showers of acid tablets devour you plastic rappers, the masked masses, the... Kong Gorilla the gold spitter Dealin' the of coke to all the dope dealers like...
Tell em' tell em' tell em' in the truck em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up Tell em' I don't give a fuck a runner up why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck We a problem the whole lab, talkin' 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 first the world will and burn
2] Half of my brothers on the lockdown, and a quarter 'bout to open up shop now Other quarter that i got'll hold the squad down, with a that'll shoot the whole block down About a week ago Charlie got that access code, on your email in that new apple phone We ain't been out of business we as bent out of shape But we still like you that's making the cake
Flocka Flame] Mans blast what nigga at one This last long you rappers dont got no back bone You get no dap homes you actin your last song Ain't no different I'm still creepin' like my I know that kinda guy stackin' a 9 to 5 My nigga the flock I'll never get a 9 to 5 We've been [?] you seem to find the time We'll switch the sides and this pistol me killin' vibes You said you married to the money see that is hungry And I'm on that new money like Tubman What ya' scared or ya' buggin, get off and get it Let me know if you with it, I got the and the bitches Mike Tyson when robbin and they get it showing respect, I'm out here [?] and gettin Looking for the weed and crack, Lord I'm for sinning I'mma let you niggas but I'm only beginning Flocka
[Spark Master I'm a phantom in a Ghost rider them with the balance Kilo of the coco boy her Holly Valance Run up on the game, forty four to keep them And a shout out to the God, keeping no traces I been heated young, since the seed was sprung We need to see the coffin when man all this shit is done I'm a dogmatic, stillmatic, real 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 a fuck about a runner up That's why we bout to run on up like we just all been 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 first the world will starve and