It's the world's (Ruff Ryders) Make you throw your up Make you rep your hood, now Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I think I'm why these muthaf-ckers hate me 'Cause been putting pressure on errything lately And I'm here pressure pipes kinda easy With that being said I to BP But to the rest of yall no courtesy I'm not a ? of you burden me Next at the double R lights up Ii'm the nigga that's gon' make 'em throw they bikes up I literally had million's me On the stage turning to a mockery Get it, copy me with no ? This niggas is chickens and beef steady talkin' bout go HAM You you meat lover I got Swizz feelin' like Dre when he made Cover I'm the next Double R meal Make like a deck of nigga, deal wit' it!
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My flow dope like the methadone Pull on the when you see a don in it Glove box you see the Kuran in it Underneath the firearm, am I wrong it I drop the roof to be by the sun Relay my bars and remastered one Nigga's where the f-ck Drag at? I'm on Twitter everybody back Drag to the dash I back to claim shit I still got the crown I first came wit' If I had to do it all again, I change shit Now I'ma shine when the get thick nigga
[Sheek G, ayo All the pretty girls go the ouside Porsche or Range Rover meet me in the Windows on jet black you ain't gotta Donnie, Ramone, Bobby Backlund This my throne cranberry silver patron, they me Hat back like I'm 15 clean Nice blue jeans sitting on the I used to run base and I mean that A way from Dr Jays and Conways I still like hoodrats some Pop off you aint' ever Ak's Top down, Levert and the old J's (whoa) Donnie that UFO It took a little while but Donnie gon Hater Sheek nope, Donnie on the go Might as well call me cause Donnie on a roll
Ayo, personally I I'm underrated if nothing else I ask around, they you is something else Muthaf-ck who they know it's the kid with the diesel bars and cool aid a couple dudes I aint got rid of yet But it aint no rush, niggas is butt like the of the cigarette when it's time for the blood to get spilled I only negotiate for to get killed Hustler, artist, CEO, on the low, blowin' strawberry dro Sling cane til they cut off my hands, other that I'ma spit til they cut off my glands Got all over the stove Gettin' money all the globe In the all over road Cribs and the whips is R mob life, kiss
You know me, playing kiss with your She can call time, running on ya bitch 'em in the mouth, bet you he aint gon snitch F-ckin' with 3 bad Telling your full of tea bag niggas She's we crazy ADHD, know the weight be On the scale with the guns off Eyes hazy, mansion Mercedes Surrounded by killers, OG, babies Loading up the nine, say a dime Two in the Watson 749 Red avocado, salad with the lambs ? head honcho, rocking the Way out in Mexico, 10 for the let you place the decimel Turn ya ass
You the next nigga, I'm the ex still ringing bells so f-ck the rest nigga I do shit for real Y'all niggas is acting, I'm old like Andre the giant and Bob Backlund Cats aint been able to ever F-ck with the dawg, whatever the I come through, bow down like Muslims praying I'm tryna understand what these fools are saying Don't make me, somebody better me outta here This is what it came down to, outta here Cats gotta fear, a nigga me I through in beast mode from New York to AZ you fucking crazy, thinking Dog aint got it Dog gon hit it, as soon as y'all I'ma scratch to the death, til there's of 'em left I'ma of 'em left, til the last of my breath