| PEOPLE LIEEEE I DON’T KNOW WHYYY
|
| AND THEN THEY DIEEEE AND MOTHERS CRYYYY
|
| AND I CAN’T FIIIIND MY ALIBIII IT’S SO SO FLYYY… IT'S DIPSET DIPSET!
|
| What up Ja What up?
|
| What’s the deal?
|
| Nothing… Cam you can’t be feeding niggaz
|
| Why not?
|
| Cause they don’t appreciate shit…
|
| I guess they gon learn when they get in they car, start it up and BOOM!
|
| KILLA! |
| YO!
|
| I’m official nice (nice), y’all niggaz Fisher Price (price)
|
| Fuck «trout"you bout… let's «fish for ice»!
|
| This a risk that’s light, get it right the vicious price ($ 50,000)
|
| Plus my kicks are Nike… this what the bitches like
|
| Like ya bitch and wife, and sister might get tonight
|
| Mister right, kissed her right… make sure that her lips get white
|
| She don’t suck nothing, buzzen but she lick it nice
|
| She a hummer, nah plumber she can «twist the pipe»
|
| When I was fifteen, BANG BANG, I call my moms.
|
| cell, she snorting long… that don’t even correspond
|
| All the Ganj, all is gone… just came from Autobon
|
| Came back with the foreign palm… I'LL HOLLAAAA!
|
| Shit… before I go berserk, jerk when I sold it hurt
|
| Eurth told me go to school… nah bitch go to work
|
| And gave the coldest smirk, right after she stole my work
|
| (where you going with my shit!!!)
|
| And the nerve to hold her purse… I'LL HOLLAAAA!
|
| WE MAKE CHANGE-YAY…
|
| WE SLANG YAY.
|
| IT SOUND LIKE MERENGUE LIKE AY AY AY AYYY!
|
| AND WE CRAZY HOLMES.
|
| .380 HOLMES.
|
| TO YA BABY’S DOME… BANG BANG BANG BANG BOOM!
|
| AND WE BOMB LIKE «LA BOMBA"WITH BOMBERS SEND BOMBERS TO BOMB YA WITH BOMBS
|
| AND THEY BOMB YA
|
| AND THE LADIES, THEY LAY ME, THEY CRAZY
|
| THEY LOVE ME, THEY HATE ME, LIKE… AY AY AY AYYYY!
|
| Ok… here go the rundown, niggaz gonna run down, tell you put ya gun down
|
| Puff puff puff, shutdown, uptown, in the house, hollaback, going around,
|
| done clown
|
| I’ma do this fast or slow when I rap or when I bag a O When I wrap that… pass that, catch that, fast that… motherfuckers had to know!
|
| OH OH… I'm about that cornbread, believe me I’m beyond dead
|
| I do this for blood sheed, do it for Bloodshed, Derrick Michael Armstead
|
| Me and him soul to soul, if you bowl ya fold, better slow ya role
|
| Before ya role get popped and them hoes is hot from pole to pole! |
| (WOOO!)
|
| Lemme slow it up (why?), so y’all can cope in touch
|
| I’m heroine and sex in one… dope as fuck
|
| I’m hoping I’m roping the trojan
|
| and go in the hole and open it up… if not dog I’m choking the slut
|
| Am I poking or what? |
| You got to figure dog
|
| The game in a chicken wing, stupid «figure four»
|
| I’m that nigga y’all…I just ball, best dressed, dress fresh,
|
| oh yes YES Y’ALL! |