Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get 'Cause I sell records, plus I got a
A! A! A! A! Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha A! A! A! A! Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha A! A! A! A! Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha
don't care 'cause my outer skin Is thick like crust and a liver that's rusted out Now, I'm on a list Everybody wants to give a shit outta me I won't
crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list (for a better one) Everybody wants to give a shit outta me I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence
think this is, give me a mic im'ma show you what distinctive is. Fuck a top ten, imma break a record show you nigas what olympic is. Fuck that niga' and
What I'ma do? Concoct and serve heat You lookin' at me, I'm scopin' on you But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you Everybody talkin' 'bout, "Money ain't a
it the wrong way But they don't stay over my way And if you ain't never had a family member doin this Then don't say shit Cause I done tried rehabilitation
name [Mack 10] Mack 10 motherfucker [WC] Well bang on, swang on Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on Get my green on, with my white sling on
I don't think anyone's real Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Llama And be calm or bring drama a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer Please, don't upset
to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I'd never drag them in battles that I
' nice to say then don't say nothin' Er.. Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks for
mirked don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a
a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck
Tony Romo I can't be touched, oh no, I'm flashy like a photo My car paint like the AT&T logo Do it white paint on a Mazarati [unverified] My outer wear
a fool I don't give a fuck about I wanted to give a fuck you out To the nigga who went out on a whim He was a roody-poo for shooting Huey Newton But
Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero 160, my song, we
big screen Don, tapping dustbones out With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on
