Fuck off and Die! I hate you, I loathe you, I loathe your existence. Self-centeredness controls you, induced by ignorance. Just give me one good reason
the illest soldier And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer cobra It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy
got ya What u got in ya trunk sound like an opra Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta And u know its M
the monster shoe Young Money is the Rasta and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with a funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice
the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles Kill all the jokes and chuckles let's all get together My fam stay thick together Trick off and lick off
to brass knuckles Time to heat it up and melt My fam stay thick together Kill all the jokes and chuckles - let's all get together Trick off and lick off
Got A Pocket Like Drizzy I Can Rock Fitted Jeans Cuz My Credit Card Skinny Its Pitch Black And Covers All Incidentals And Mrs Wrong Sorry You Aint Notice My Potential Fuck Yall Rappers And
and i ain't ever bought a ring Estribillo you've always been my undercover lover nothing like no other tell me to get em all coz em all my lover my nana and
, Pimp C and B U N B Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and
, blow a 3rd on my torso When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes So, what the fuck you suppose happened? For calling me out, fuck rapping We gun clapping
mother fucking man and i'ma brag and i'ma glad that your listening to my every word so u can sit and analyze and think of every curse so you can try and
the people that's gone. Shhhhh. To those restin in peace, those dead and deceased, soon again we meet. Or til im high and drunk and my cars swerves off
candle.. And im goin Cunningham..Im runnin like im Randal.. Yo girlfriends persuin me shes tryna giv me coochie.. Before she fucks gorilla doe she has to suck on gucci.. And she gota fuck
be actin' like the cardinals and gone fumble (fumble) 'Cause I'm a steeler fresh up out the dealer All the dope boys gone feel her. Flow so sick I need a healer fuck
And you really got a nigga Pretty anxious, baby Better call your boss Tell him that your daddy's home Take a couple days off And take it off and leave
Y'all want the party started, right Y'all want the party started, now! Y'all want the party started, right Y'all want the party started, right NOW! [
whole truth And nothin' but the truth, so help you God? Fuck you, Honor Pitt is back for another one This time he's back harder, stronger and and And
