'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot
we long for You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war [Myalansky] Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested Project cats with
See mi a seh Kardinal weh dem waan to test yuh skill (Yeah!) Up to di time (Heh Heh) you know it's (Celebrity Face) Kardinal Offishall (T Dot nigga) Kardinal
you backed up Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up It's the L, nigga, dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head be And the rappers
, I'ma give them faggot niggaz news to watch My trigger blow niggaz out they shoes and socks I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot I'm Slim Thugga
style Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes And I never phone ahead All she do is hear the pipes Project
I drop diabolical brollic wit no gimmick Astonish the flow critics, rhyme wit the most lyrics I paint pictures, jot it and dot it but won't print it My project
Puff keep on calling I don't see none of you pussies Fuck that shit you be talking Rep Miami the ghettos (Dade County) Every hood and the projects And
H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
life's only what you make it Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it Ex-school boy wanna go and try to take shit Found his body, in the projects
to go see Premo Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut Up in D and D, stayin' with some rats and some sluts From the projects, she know we need our
I get turned on by the belly piercing Your little ring in your nose Decision makin you chose Smell my cologne, fluctuatin your clothes Me and McBenson Project
They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot
way The Good F E L L A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots
, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them Firestar move deep like the mob and them America mafia dot
why you frontin on me is that necessary Do I to you look like a lame Who don't understand a bra with a mean shoe game Whose up on Dot Dot Dot and Vera
