shit. Flick or no flick I trips for no bitch. Catch up on your pimpin. I ain't simpin. I'm a dis her. Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed
streets, man listen Cause these ain't the old days Ain't no way I'ma bustin my ass and gettin no pay It seems I can't find my focus, and homey I ain't paranoid I
but I don't think I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch Cause ya know if you do, you'll be
crack game wasn't big enough Ready to rush You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched I go to jail niggaz screamin FREE ME Speakin freely Conversatin with my
I ain't ashamed to, get wicked with slang to Niggas know, when I flow, I can give you mo' Get sicker than psycho, and won't let the Mic, go Till I hear
s a nigga nature") I realize, that I'm feelin it Cause that's a thug nature Though sometimes I can deal with it I realize, I'm feelin it Love and hate
like erotic ironic cause i'm somewhat psychotic i'm hitten' switches on bitches like i been fixed with hydraulics up and down like a roller coaster come up beside ya I ain't
Ya Bounce And Act [Hook: Mouse] Don't Fuck With Me Fuck With Me Don't Fuck With Me Fuck With Me Don't Fuck With Me Fuck With Me Don't Fuck With A Nigga
I got a stash of my cash tuck in my Louie bag (Louie bad) Magic Johnson flow I'm more then I'll (more then I'll) I murder tracks (I murder tracks) I'm
spider Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go Light skinner
the box like a champion Won't give a fuck if you duck and try to miss one I come again with the pump shotgun A bitch tried to diss, excuse me, miss I'm D muthafuckin Loc, I don't
on my neck blue, I'm already chill Mean mug, keep a gangsta grill Kay Slay now go run city if your friends is trill Me I wreck, I rip I tip On 4's do'
in Diana Ross I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My
50 Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said you have very nice lips With my imagination, I could see her suckin my dick
out. [Chorus] Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo Now that they know who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! Who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! (
50 cent) Look don't ask me for shit man I aint got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can't sing bitch Bitch I'm Luther Vandross
my neck upgraded (uh huh), my wrist's upgraded I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob I'm still on the strip, tryin' to get my grims off Nigga tryin
ring You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids Listen, I don't give a