your dreams I wanna crash your car I wanna scratch your cheeks I wanna make you sick I wanna sell you out Want to expose your flaws I wanna steal your things
trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths
the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick The FCC says 'Profanity, no airplay" They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day Think I give
my way, then lay beneath the ground soon Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin' your back, my
my true friends I got their backs if it means my career ends All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my
't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well, let me tell you one thing, you
but the ink of my money still wet. Life is such a beach, its sandy all around me I came here with young money man, that's family all around me Im in my
I made a promise to myself To get me all the finer things in life I've been on a mission since the day that I was born But nothing comes without a sacrifice All
me? you see now me i got my money right ya heard me? i'm tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play when you come around my way ya heard me
ass, walk with the lama Come on, party people my style is terrific, My write is prolific, but let's be specific ... specialize in music, I specialize selling
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my
drunk like my uncle touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat gucci mane fuck up the sound dead drunk like my uncle touch my brother
my old flows and they take my old swag he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch hehe. I'm stupid but I won't get my drama on what I'm dealing
that's equivalence of mo dough I hear my nigga, Ricky, selling on my promo I make it rain, hoe better wear your poncho To seek me on my TMO, I get you
, so drop the top and spread my wings like a hawk, nuggets in my ears spin the spurs when they walk, one thing about me, never been all talk, finish around
s good?) Maintainin (same here, just smashin) (How the fam?) They all good my nigga, thanks for askin You and yours? [Big Tigger (Busta)] We all blessed, things
streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleevea Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breakin' my
you at all Cos woman you?re my trouble And woman I?ve been trouble and despair My