Yes sir, the sound of his voice is a hit Y'all niggaz got me confused out there I make Pimpin'' or 'Give It To Me' one of those Y'all hail me as the greatest writer of the century I make some provokin' shit y'all question whether he fallin' off I'ma really confuse y'all on this one,
When them tops come down, tops come down Like when them shots come out, make cops come When them blocks come out I can wake up a small Finish off the block I make my mall rounds
Stares get exchanged the fifth come out The guy disappear, then the bitch come out "That's him", I'm usually what they 'bout Either what chick he with or his chip
'Cause I been doin' this since was out Watchin' Erik Estrada, baggin' up at the Table of powder, AC broke 'Bout to take shower on my twenty-fifth hour
Spike Lee's everywhere, game on the You might see me anywhere, day in the Only thing changed the tail on the flight I can touch down and off the same night
I'm so bossy, get off me Trick get off me, you can't get off me I'm so flossy, no 6's or Laid back, Maybach's, don't even to me
is that ignorant shit you like Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, trick precise, I got ignorant shit you love Nigga fuck shit, puta and drugs, c'mon
I got that ignorant you need Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, plus weed, c'mon I'm only to give you what you want Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, you like it, front
all actors, lookin' at themselves in the mirror backwards Can't even face themselves, don't fear no They're all weirdos, in practice So don't believe your earlobe captures, it's mostly backwards
Unless it to be as accurate as me And everythin' in song you happen to see actually, believe half of what you see None of what you hear, even if spat by me
And with that said, I will kill dead Cut niggaz short, give you wheels for I'm a K I double L E R, see y'all in Shoot niggaz through the E.R.
Whoa, ain't B.R., no S.C. CEO, the next Lyor, no The leader of the whole free world And the first thing do is free Sigel, go
Take off the cuffs, the gate that ignorant nigga that you love to hate The oh-seven Ice Cube, B. Sig' so Tell a trick get these nuts, eat dick food
Now see if I care if verse get aired Even if you it, the curse is there, yeah I'm so raunchy, get off me Keep my flea on, you lil' ticks get off me
I missed the part when it stopped bein 'bout What do my lyrics got to do with shit 'Scarface' the movie did more Scarface the rapper to me So that ain't to blame for all the that's happened to me
Are you what I'm spittin' Is worse than these celebrataunts showin' kittin', you kiddin'? Let's the bullshittin' 'Til we all sin, let's quit the pulpittin'
'Scarface' the movie did than Scarface the rapper to me So that ain't to blame for all the shit that's to me Now the bullshittin' we all without sin, let's quit the pulpittin', c'mon
This is that ignorant shit you fuck shit, ass bitch, trick precise, c'mon I got that shit you love Nigga fuck shit, puta and drugs, c'mon
I got that shit you need Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, plus weed, c'mon I'm only tryin' to give you you want Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, you it, don't front
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