the sheets. With some melodies. The taste of your lips was a subtle hint, that you've been jumping ship Wasn't more than you were expecting, wasn't more than you
write it and you read it when I speak it I ain't dissin', just open up your vision But if you diss me, I'ma have your ass distant, I'm on a mission Nigga
straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you
mag You see shit clear when ya ass get hit You like me better rich You like me better rich I caught where ya live with the.44 mag Shut up bitch, show me
life Dem is some nice flowers that I'm sendin your wife Attemptin to fight, point is like a bendable knife Comin at me sideways, at the (?) That's how
on this bitch, like ain't that a bitch Look at B9 flossing like I struck it rich And it's no stopping me, how low can you skip? This, CD power hour,
some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you I breathe slow, I'm running with these
jet-lag and weight slackers There ain't nothin broken, where you at? The pistons pump perfect, where you at? The bass tone is Merlin, where you at? This
with the sound of a tre pound That knock niggaz down, then run clowns outta town My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors You only got
Niggas wind me up and wind me up Till I pop up on your scene like Jack-in-a-box With the two topics cuttin' at you like butter VA style nigga you meat
colored you don't know what you've got i'm falling apart at the seams i'm mending this fifth of old age minding these six strings it don't do me a damn
taste. Don't be too upset, If they call you a skank, Cause like the news everyday you get pressed. You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you
a star Blaze this fly Me and my nigga talk shit at the bar Hahh Nah freak you can't braid my hair So you can have me outta line like Huggy Bear? I got
I'm the type to smirk, while you fully elapped her And you the type to snitch cause you fell that you have to Drop a dime like you was the illest fool
beam of the glock You wanna see the M.P. pop? Give me a reason, guarantee that after beefin' with me they turn vegan What the fuck you gonna do? Come