there weed here Get off my block Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block It's one of these niggas off my street corner Get off my block {
there weed here Get off my block Yo, who these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block It's one of these niggas off my street corner Get off my block
weed here Get off my block Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block It's one of these niggas off my street corner Get off my block {Lord
Get off my block Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block It's one of these niggas off my street corner Get off my block [Lord Have Mercy
doin' my thing Still smokin' crucial bang Just came off my P-O ("Yo!") I'm in my basement writin' 'nough flow That's right, my fuckin' brain's open Got
and cake runners All out big head hunters three glots and sixin it off the chain young stunners Better slow down lil daddy before you fuck around and get pegged Run you off
the grain They recite my verses word for word, holding they brain I'm the gorilla that's untamed, still off the chain Still spit it off the brain, I'
jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat while he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my
dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in
mother-fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it Look as I cut
bitches my rivalry rushed out to get some ends build the twins nigga I love them bitch half Benz strugglin off that gin hoes at the bus stop wanna get
friends much fuck dodging the D's I had a M-1 cock quick block on knees Who the youngest thug that ever lived blocks I quoting I'm a legend and these
it ain't the place to be I got my top down ridin through I see my partners, Frog, Ron and Boo We're in a Cougar tryin to get with the hoes Twice blue,
off probation [Chorus] [Magic] I'm tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes Now
my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops Now it's hard to get her off like a Heiniken top I got ten young boys on the block with them quarters Nowadays I'm washin my
you see me in the streets, you better bust One day, I'm on my way to the studio, ya dig? Pick up a zip of hay, after I drop off my kids Flippin' through
