It's the world's (Ruff Ryders) Make you throw bike's up you rep your hood, now scream Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I think I'm getting why these hate me 'Cause been putting pressure on errything lately And I'm here pressure bust pipes kinda With that said I apologize to BP But to the rest of it's no courtesy I'm not a ? of you burden me Next generation at the double R up Ii'm the next nigga that's gon' make 'em throw they up I had million's watching me On the stage turning to a mockery Get it, copy me with no ? This niggas is chickens and beef steady talkin' they go HAM You confused you lover I got Swizz feelin' like Dre when he made Deep I'm the next R meal ticket Make like a of cards nigga, deal wit' it!
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My flow dope the methadone clinic Pull on the Phantom you see a don in it Glove box you might see the in it Underneath the firearm, am I wrong it I drop the to be captured by the sun Relay my and remastered every one Nigga's wonderin' the f-ck Drag at? I'm on Twitter hittin' everybody Drag to the dash I aint to claim shit I got the same crown I first came wit' If I had to do it all again, I wouldn't change Now shine when the rain get thick nigga
[Sheek G, ayo All the pretty go round the ouside Porsche or Range Rover meet me in the Windows on jet black you ain't gotta Donnie, Razor Ramone, Bobby This my throne cranberry patron, they love me Hat back I'm 15 face clean blue jeans sitting on the Louie I used to run base and I mean that A way from Dr Jays and Conways I still like hoodrats Beyonces Pop off you aint' seen Ak's Top down, Levert and the old J's (whoa) Donnie that UFO It took a little while but gon blow Hater Sheek nope, Donnie on the go Might as call me butter cause Donnie on a roll
Ayo, personally I think I'm underrated if nothing I ask around, they you is something else Muthaf-ck who they know it's the kid the diesel bars and cool aid flow a couple dudes I aint got rid of yet But it aint no rush, niggas is like the back of the cigarette Holla when it's time for the blood to get I only negotiate for to get killed Hustler, artist, CEO, on the low, blowin' Kiwi dro Sling cane til they cut off my hands, than that I'ma pain til they cut off my glands Got work all the stove money all over the globe In the Range all road Cribs and the is lavish Double R mob life,
You know me, playing kiss with bitch She can call time, trio on ya bitch Shoot 'em in the mouth, bet you he gon snitch with 3 bad niggas Telling your girl of tea bag niggas She's wavvy we ADHD, know the weight be On the with the guns off safety Eyes hazy, mansion Mercedes Surrounded by killers, OG, babies Loading up the nine, dont say a Two in the Watson 749 Red wine avocado, with the lambs ? honcho, rocking the poncho Way out in Mexico, 10 for the bird let you the decimel Turn ya ass
You the next nigga, I'm the ex Name still ringing so f-ck the rest nigga I do shit for real Y'all niggas is acting, I'm old school like Andre the giant and Bob Cats aint never able to ever F-ck with the dawg, the weather I come through, niggas bow down like praying I'm just tryna understand what fools are saying Don't me, somebody better take me outta here This is what it came down to, f-ck here Cats fear, a nigga like me I come through in beast from New York to AZ Bitch you crazy, thinking Dog aint got it Dog gon hit it, as soon as y'all I'ma scratch to the death, til there's half of 'em I'ma last of 'em left, til the of my breath