write a hit you could cut the corners and you could make things fit Are you really ready to believe it? Are you really taking my advice? Do you have a
with that gun? I'm a gonna get'chu with it You give me that gun before you hurt somebody with it I'll GIVE IT TO YA! Gunz [x8] Fuck me (fuck me?) fuck
underwear Every song I get on it's a hit, wake up eating bacon, eggs and grits I got a gal with a round ass, and I got a gal with tits I ain't never had
putting food on the table In this camp I'm champ, I hit a big up amp I spit shit that claps, and gives the track a cramp [Chorus x4] [H.A.W.K.] Like
a lil' somethin'! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] I love to see 'em in lingerie Tattooed titties and a Boosty-A Stacked on the back of a cutie pie Bend over, let me
a nigga holla'n at ya Don't need a oxygen mask to realize that he gassed ya Up like his life real a couple of ice grills a get a nigga hit wit the truck
You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD [Verse] Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
juices diminish then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10 Spitting
Fat boy with' the brains, be with' MJG Full of sticky green, I'm a fiend for the 'Dro Got dough, young pimpin', just a slow flow pro Lean in the paint
RZA] Approach like a ghost, in a thousand men host Prepare for the battle, all you saw was their shadows Solomon's thought, was hit on fort, swords drawn
of defeat I got a simple plan for a complicated issue I'm a simple man with a complicated issue And my potential, your potential, our potential We can sho' nuff make a
d get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride
the mic I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight Say whatcha like, don't play with me right? I ride your chain from day to night Head first with a
the hood, raw like a porno is A wild brother but I dip like a corn fiddle Trey eight, snubnose, type of flow, get a gun, though I'm nasty, as we had
watch at 20 a chock and a shot of scotch Drizzy in the club, watchin a nigga with the ox Professional haters, y'all cats can rest with the greatest I
just toasted the return of the funk with the fat beats for your trunk (so) I walk and I stalk and I caulk(?) and I blast Then I dip to the party, find me a
like a king So bling bling ain't a thing to be braggin Niggaz with things steam for a chance at your baggage Not to be cling cling to a cop that he raggin