get what, what you deserve. Ambulance i'm calling you now Accidents bring the house down Come on come on, you don't know me Come on come on, you owe me
what, what, what you deserve Ambulance, I'm calling you now Accidents bring the house down Come on, come on, you don't know me Come on, come on, you owe me
what, what you deserve. Ambulance i'm calling you now Accidents bring the house down Come on come on, you don't know me Come on come on, you owe me nothing
chicks The drama shit, y'all niggas hate But I'ma do my thing, to beat fate Ten-room joint, leave your name at the gate Gold brunches at one G a plate
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
holla at you (Nigga you ain't doin nothin) You fuckin crackhead-ass nigga, fuckin my shit up (Yo son, word to my mother man Call me a crackhead again
diss at me, You're going under Believe me, Ya man ain't stevie so don't wonder I hammer mc's for tryin to go against this Me against no six, Or face
you put your head on the line where you decided to tell Now you gotta a nice price on it like you was on sell You know the streets is real the youth the
FRESH) What you stuttered, You studder muthafucka you're scurred scurred! I see you breathing heavy, heart is skipping a beat Consequence's will rip you
Tre, we come to play, Mo Thug Eternally, no unnecessary tension with me My Mo Thug family stays beside me Behind me, leads me, guides me Ladies are we
you people to hush I keep tellin? you people to hush ?cause I can?t trust you There?s six million stories to tell, now which one?s about you You see
you so abused Oh yeah, my friend, I'd walk you to the end If that was a place you'd go Tell me, tell me Have you ever though about it? Do you ever dream
smart bombs are sixty-six point six percent accurate my leaders name's another word for pussy slander and propaganda got me fucked up so don't push me
Of course! Who the fuck is a six, six, six, seven make the mayhem Start blastin' on you, bitch I come relentless where your killas at? Posted up
Six minutes down, breathing machine, brain not feel right The look on you is killing me, drowning in shame But don't feel bad, 'cause I never feard consequences
Heavy as the hammer of Thor, you know he suffer From the consequences of broken vowels and law A convicted felon for armed robbery At the time where
