same Yourself to blame, you had it made I'm not afraid to call a spade a fucking spade You're just a joke in my eyes Your shitty life makes me feel
the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast! I make it so HOT! - One shot'll melt your ass! GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red Told
set, slash vetos still Lex knows gasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico bricks Fifteen Five Celine Dion ties Two Thousand dollar bubble eyes
the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on Thanksgiving, when my
twenty, ya ride natural, I'm on twenty-fours 2003 black Hummer, H2O 450's, DVD, XBox TV's Mouths drop, I come through, heads turn, eyes buck Like whoa
extra clip that's how i do I gotta choosin menu and playa its all on u Baby drop it to me on the DL And I drop to all my niggas on VL Put that coke in
drop pancaking, juiced and on charge No your eyes aren't mistaking, fifty car enterouge Chrome shining baguettes blinding, that's the way that we ball If I snap my
wrecking, sitting fat on chrome Big body Benz, or the Fleetwood brome Bitches steady playing, on my prime co. phone 20 inches on the 4's, on everything
faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes) Come.. come follow me {Come on motherfuckers} (Smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes) {The tiger, check it out on
skimy twisted and stick bud And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog Gully respect Gully never floss for broads or, get out of my character when
feel it across the globe I expand, Cappa the man, head low Eyes red like a Wu suit, do it right Sixty My stee' mary alley, follow my lead not my language
fifty Drunk and on some of that top of the line high on Carlos Rossi Drunk about a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit Everything's blurry, burnt twisted eyes bloodshot red
Oh, my eyes are red, how am I supposed to put my photos on facebook? Yo, I hear you got a problem Yo I'm CMYKilla, I'm here to answer your prayers,
as the ambulance flies Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes And my 9-year-old self as paramedics leave Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor
fix the pain Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins Milton Bradley wanna get my game 5-0 wanna frisk my frame I dont deal wit cheap blow
