Lyrics:
It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that
gonna say no to my face
Devastated yo I just need some space
Bitch get the fuck out my way
Say y'all my parents y'all don't act that way
I wasn't
thousand, timin' perfect
Project housin', blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (whoa, oh-oh)
Fuck that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit
'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all, I don't need nobody
Fuck 'em, fuck all y'all
Money gone fuck
stretch marks and that cellulite
All this shit a' make a
Dollar in their proper places
I'm making big bass more loud in your faces
Ciroc by the cases
for y'all haters (something for y'all hater)
Y'all can't fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals that's what's made us
Now I'm space-aged pimping but
Oh you, wanna share me tonight
Then call your friend from Georgia Tech
Cuz I enjoy her neck
And I enjoy your breasts
And y'all can fuck me first
about no best
Y'all couldn't fuck with me my shots been going unchecked
They say talk is cheap, that's why i let the visa talk
New York state of mind, you
Some y'all acting scared to speak up
Come into the light
Might as well 'cause we run the night out
Hunter what the fuck? What you do now? What's with
drama, you must think I'm someone else
'Cause y'all don't wanna fuck with me
'Cause I don't feel the pressure, no, I will not be censored
I'm not afraid
need a ladder just to climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game
Fuck y'all
I'm on my own planet
I'll do my own thing
Then turn around
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
the suckin'?
Makin' me nut all over the motherfuckin' place
And then ya put it in ya mouth and even let it run in ya face
Boy god damn y'all some dirty ass
y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Fiend for the mean green
Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta
y'all)
(O-o-o oh)
What's the talk of the sophomore jinx?
Got jewellery like I robbed the Sphinx
Got money like I robbed the Brinks truck
Fuck y'all niggas
Cos' we done this befo'
And we been there fo' sho'
But still we instillin' projects
That next Zilla Complex
We got y'all subjects
Necks boppin' full
from Project Pat, pimpin', got a masters
Girl improvise, look me in my eyes and lie to me
Lie to me, act like I'll believe anything
Sex on the beach
double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin'
ballin' on you tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep the bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock' books?
You know Na Na rock that shit,
(How y'all feel out there?)
CEDES set the ting
Yeah
Huh
Lil Icy flow
Be seeing demons but you see the glow
Like
I see you peaking, but you're all
on the loose
Cause I hang with troops like
Sadaam on a noose
So fuck what y'all trying to
Pass off as the truth
I done jumped from the earth
And touched
a problem? Come see me
Mad cause I'm on your TV
These other rappers can't beat me
I don't give a fuck, y'all weak to me
You don't even exist to me
Yes, I'm
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
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