You would think I'd done enough for you), You would think I'd done enough for you, (You would think I'd done enough for you) Your shirt is too tight, Your
can have your Wheaties [Immens] You can have your Flakes [Common] You can have your Kix [Immens] And you can have your Trix [Common] You can have your
no wack shit! (GO HARD!) I'll put ya sixteen in the dirt Just to get to my part. - Dudes will fast forward your verse. When your dead you just die you
not spit no wack shit! (GO HARD!) I'll put ya sixteen in the dirt Just to get to my part. - Dudes will fast forward your verse. When your dead you just
, Johnny talk with a gun in your back often Or outlined in chalk wind, like a Mexican wind chime The Holocaust to the lost, begs your pardor My rhyme
myself? [J] Oh God bless me indeed When I'm so confused [J] Enlarge my territory [J] Place your love and protection over me at all times Help me! [J
? [J] Oh God bless me indeed When I'm so confused [J] Enlarge my territory [J] Place your love and protection over me at all times Help me! [J] Keep me
my crew'll damn step to ya We don't play no games, I'll come straight to your rest Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest [Well that was fresh
stay Nowhere to lay, nowhere to pray Just imagine, if you wore the same clothes thirty days With scuffed up dirty J's, and plenty holes in your shirt
J] Oh God bless me indeed When I'm so confused [J] Enlarge my territory [J] Place your love and protection over me at all times Help me! [J] Keep
's brought down to [Capone of FaceMob] Off with his motherfuckin' head with the lead Dead leave his Hilfiger shirt all red Said it's motherfucker locked in your
the cash loc It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom Product of them palm trees, make your
and some gold piff Pack of gum squares, blackberry and a phone clip Most Dope Clique, bunch of mothafuckers lookin' fresh Crooks and castle dress Sloppy sloppy haters shouldn't mess Walkin' by your
can have your wheaties You can have your flakes You can have your kix And you can have your trix You can have your poundcakes You can have your loops
I got beef my crew'll damn step to ya We don't play no games, I'll come straight to your rest Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest, well, that
's what it's brought down to Off with his motherfuckin' head with the lead Dead leave his Hilfiger shirt all real Said it's motherfucker locked in your