for you and everywhere Tell me why you're here I came to disappear Tell me why you're here I came to disappear I came to disappear
looked for you and everywhere Tell me why you're here I came to disappear Tell me why you're here I came to disappear I came to disappear
niggas aim is i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed
[Hook: x2] I'm gonna put on a iron shirt And chase Satan out of earth I'm gonna send him to outer space To find another race Yeah... I'm a need you
got no wins in mi casa Your land of the dreams ain't nothing but dreams Get up off yo' ass and get that C.R.E.A.M. M.O.B., nigga, money over bitches
they thought it was haters when I'm a hurt em all Just when they thought it was traitors when I'm a curve the ball I'm always right but I act like I neva
angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger They make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger Kick some dirt
C notes N.E.R.D. flow, I spaz if I'm prevoked I'm about to change the fucking game, pass the remote Money is everything and it's every other thing I'm
All I rock is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T All I really do is R-U, double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N Catch me, smokin' potent, bet
brains ripped out Disappear like I'm Makaveli 187 Timberland boot disposing of these leather gloves Ski mask on with a Chinese chopper And the ammunition to start a war M-I-M
bitch ass niggas Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E
You bitch ass niggas Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E
the block you dyin with honor. Who practically own your jeans Play up in X-Bar and deep with Prostyle and Camillo we rep hard. Screw army B R, B R, B R
last niggas you wanna get wit, with these things I'm 'quipped with Bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic Clippin nothin but hoggs, I'm
, in the wood grain, covered But it's peace, cuz I'ma fuck up cats with no grease This track is for the niggas locked down and deceased R.I.P., R.I.P [