Lyrics:
want tha facts got to feed 'em the lies
Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?
[Chorus]
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly,
facts, can't debate me
Overweight, you real lazy
Masked up out here lookin' crazy
Masked up out here lookin' crazy
Ain't no strap, lookin' weak
Got you
got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking
at award shows
No, don’t ask about my, hoes, no
Don’t ask about my foes
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah
I got a lot of it
I’m the only nigga next
you tryna link!
Just send the addy
She call me baby
She act like she had me
Don't got babies yet
She calling me daddy
My baby, a baby
Big whips, and big
a pimple, takin your shit is so simple
Cruisin down your block in my big suburbian blazer
Boxin like joe frazier, leavin cuts on niggas faces like a razor
But
like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound wave's over
Before stepping to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slamming MC's on cement
'Cause
motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound, bound
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it like?
Bust
more Batimore Charli
Marley Marl'n she call me Big Daddy Kane I'm sayin
My Soul of Mischief all over tryna be DJ MuggeRudd Casanova
Furious Fab Five
I'm the trillest in the building
You feel it, yeah I know girl you feel it
(Ain't no nigga like me 1 of 1 not to mention)
Cuz baby I'm HIMMY
Fly nigga
Ran it up so fast, I got my big brother a bag
I ain't trippin' off you pussy niggas, I'ma throw that flag down
Nigga claim he rich and shit, I gotta
just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, you
hell you sayin'?
All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin'
I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator button
Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me
section, you can't catch me like Some fleas
Beggin' me to dick her, I'ma give her what she Need
Donkey got them peas, we gon' send him by The keys
I'm
with max and teks and silencers spit
Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit
That's the sound of a nigga who almost felt it
Got you runnin, dodgin,
it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday
pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got
Ride with me on the edge of ya seat
You know I'm doin bad, the devil runnin from me
I spose the ends near, see it all in the streets
Black roses
Cause you dyin for runnin up on me
[Low Lives - Verse 5]
You want beef bitch nigga, see me face to face
After the case, my niggaz travel state to state
the analytics
It ain't rocket science
You just got to be the man to get it
So I plan to get it, heard that shit
On youtube now I can't forget it
Gave me
I still got a big cock
Wait
Said I'm playin' it smart
Pushin' my buttons you don't wanna start
If I go buy a choppa it's perfectly legal I don't even
Takin' yours to survive
It's only matter of time
I'm snatchin, livin' grimy, runnin', never look back
The root of evil got me actin' like gat
Life
five
Chicken in my pocket, ain't no Popeyes
Runnin' with that bag, we gon' chop thighs
(You get it?)
Started from the bottom, we on top now
Yeah, we got
get popped cause ain't no fightin', bitch
Lil dawg, he had told him that that's cool, I got my blicky too
You tried me, you gon' die, you got beat up,
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