ladies say Oh my god wait it's the nigga ya love to hate [BREAK] Yeah come on fool It's the nigga you love to hate Yeah run up punk It's the nigga
Intro: Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you
[Intro:] Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you
I Get Around like Tupac, just bought a new glock And I want what you got So please give it up so I can live it up Just like the rich but I still eat grits
Got me upset, sick of these crabs who can't kick it All addicted to rhyming, I'ma stick them in rehab Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that
Binocula Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular Name keep poppin' up Face keep poppin' up On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up How
(feat. Fred Money) [JR Writer:] Uhh uhh, okay Let's get at 'em man, W-B 4, uhh (woo~!) My fifth's on cock, so piss off ock So kick on rocks, I lick
chance Y'all stuck on "I have a dream" Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team Stand up and do somethinYa'll Don't Here Me Dough" [VERSE
Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token Oh, so that explains it, no doubt Uncle Tom pointed us out But I ain't tryin to get jacked They give me static,
writing a letter saying when you get out, your things will be better (right) but man she couldn't wait so she's going out on a date with every Tom,
the things I knew Cause ta me life a have now lives for two Yeah, and that's where I'm at I wanna go back (x3) Let it ride, let it ride way back, uh
my woman like that Oh, now you're gon' trip on me Wait, wait, hold up, hold up [VERSE 1: King Tee] How you gon' go and put a hoe before me? When I'm
from your royalties Zero ratings, you lease Bentleys with no insurance Your contract is up it's time to check Mase You got the lawyer lookin at you on
Then put em in the pile with the rest of em When I flip it and hit it, some brothers don't get it They want me to kick it like others - forget it I tailor
that God gave me save me but never truly paved me I need angels to show a daily with harks to serenate me My motovitaion escapes me And I can't relate
Speak on it, speak on it, speak on it, speak on it now Speak on it, speak on it, speak on it, speak on it now Speak on it, speak on it, speak on it, speak
get taxed and told on every dime It's white collar, blue collar, wife beater crimes (B-b-b-but wait, it gets worse...) I figured it'll get better the