screamin "Free Yayo" If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me [Chorus] [Proof] King Gordy
번역: 증명. 클랩 윗 나.
Boy died from Bed-Stuy I've been, controllin' the street, holdin' the heat Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin' wit' us) Rollin' with me
puttin' it down Down to unknown wit a 9 millimeter clip Some think they bullet proof, some end up benedicts Which one of you fools wanna make them thangs clap
be you're starin' at me instantly As I walk into this video I can feel you diggin' me Wit' yo' glass of Remy, you had one too many But still I'm impressed wit
sayin yall burf'd me man yall aint bred shit so y yall talkin i aint listenin "EURF TA CHRIS!!!" yall can keep talkin shit suck my dick fuck wit me
bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me
and guns that saw you in half Believe me, we run this rap shit fo shizzie Make makin' millions look easy Every where ya turn you see me You hear me Believe me
after half the major labels start Financially backin' this rappin', rhymin's my first love She's been wit me from the start, I exchange vowels Wit my
on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!) Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!) (Clap, clap
no more Till they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour Till 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more I'm a dragon wit' the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindin
me your mack and gimme your cash That precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast Get in your ass if you want have to leave me eagle mack You
nigga that can not happen The immaculate Mack handler That got this wrappin by the back of his neck A scavenger I'm a threat then you fear me like a
long I write songs Monarch absolute, serve a glass of proof When I vanish leave my spirit in a planet On top of the surface my words and wit emerging
a label, Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label, Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up, The bentley wag' bullet proof like a Brinks truck
