t changed nothing but the hoe that I'm fucking Still riding through the hood all the homies say "Was [unverified]" Give me my props 'cause I always rock And I still gets cock when
end all of that wack shh act like I aint had a belt in two classes I aint got it I'm going after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever who has it
up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up
less about what i'm saying So i'll pray for you when i start praying I'm a sinner, you're a sinner Get off the bandwagon and repent your sins I don't
y'all. I can't stop, no, not if I wanted to. I'm going to the bat for you. Be kicking up dust for you. One on one oh I can roll a??yoho' through And
subway when they sub-par Sub-zero everytime I jump in the send the Gods, Send the angels, send the God I can make you look hard, I know I just let the
[Mad Child] I'm the extreme case of fire and anger I'm the extreme case of fire and anger I'm the extreme case of fire and anger The misguided angel with
have to pick me when your points strictly stripped your brothers of their props When I rock any facility with artillery like Attila you rap with all filler and I
always win in the fights, I still jump in And I dont have a drinking problem I drink, talk shit, fall down no problem When i drink its a problem, cause I
Inspectah Deck I pop off like a mobster boss Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime can't top the scorch Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche
, have this nigga picking paper up Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk I
's a war when the God's spit It's Allah, when I split the ice bergs, in the arctic I don't care what the cause is And I'mma ride for my fam, no matter
this good before I know you want to 'Cept I was at the club Oh Oh I know you want to Bounce Hey come on I know you want to I know you want to reach
me (I know you want to, I know you want to) Church never felt this good before (I know you want to, I know you want to) 'Cept I was at the club, oh, oh (I
I love to make one, all these cars I love to ride one All these hoes I love to cut one, a tribute to B.I.G. I love to bust one Spit your game, talk
for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust my gat
mota or methamphetamines So what? It made me an extra buck when I was shit I'ma love you The same, if you would stop (Lil' Rob)(Chorus) And I remember, when
never slip I'm elegant, but I can't help that we melt all over shit Who you rollin' with [Angel Dust] I got that blap bloom That zoom-zoom, wham-wham