yeah yeah yeah pour your dom on the floor try to flow with me duke em raw with them whores hide ya hoes from me your momma wanna chase i m just statin the fact l a think about your broad all i want is the stacks cats flashin in my face is who i m laughin at hahahaha so you made a little dough but wutchu doin wit that thought cha girl ain t feelin me why she grillin me black admit i m the man or else i ll twist ya uterus back on my lap in the jet to miami and back when i tear through new school all y all records is whack i m from q for quiet killers and u know i deliver the double n enough ammo for every nigga s that spell queens stupid ass run it back that hbo shit i must address that once and for all what s my opinion on jamie foxx he pussy pussy ain t funny as chris rock ha you can t fuck wit me i don t care about your imagery give a fuck who you claim to be you still can t fuck wit me you can t fuck wit me i don t care about your imagery give a fuck who you claim to be you still can t fuck wit me no go who you thought it was don t be fuckin wit my uncle cuz one does up dick the pen in my streets go one way i kill em in living color on any given sunday they all anxious to be waitin to see how ill is my style and if it enough to make kevin lyle spit this out right now and get em with juvenile feed pitbull puppies bologna in the projects you wanna die next nah he wanna live and he loves his kids we got this rap game on lock like a cake rock gimme the key run up in your spot like you on your belly gimme the key what is it gonne be what it is gonne see when your blutter don t mean and if he keep tryna wipe it off like nigga what s this song mean l got em cornered bitch why you speak like that tattoed def jam under your wing like that what you a rider not in my house mouth glad to escape down south to my miami house and fifty spring in the couch  you can t fuck wit me i don t care about your imagery give a fuck who you claim to be you still can t fuck wit me you can t fuck wit me i don t care about your imagery give a fuck who you claim to be you still can t fuck wit me let s play a game of big bank take little bank big dank take little dank i average ninety five in the paint we comin down like a shank i know you wanna ride but you can t we all up in your shit like a shank ugh don t make me stop and pull brakes ya two downs are lookin cool freakin a sound yo i get fucked up and terroize the town i m the circus ring master so fuck the clowns i bust and rounds at the lyricist lounge lost and found a new identity from here to infinity god have mercy on all my enemies don t even test waist your breath or your energy knock ya whole family off like the kennedy s i m pledge sicker than age with no type of remedy makin niggas retire but reclaim disability agility keppin y all outta the state penitentiary you can t fuck wit me i don t care about your imagery give a fuck who you claim to be you still can t fuck wit me you can t fuck wit me i don t care about your imagery give a fuck who you claim to be you still can t fuck wit me look nigga i regulate bake the cake shake the fake while keepin my faith demonstatin from the funk shit to the h i bring the bread to the meat so put the funk on the plate you weedin at my table did you say your grace you say the wrong thing and i ma smack your face chase these niggas or waste these niggas you did fucked up cuz i m break these niggas spray them liquidate em fade em all suckers i hate em laws i pay them off big dogg in this motherfuckin bar wit uncle l don t tell baby dogg yes y all we do this with no flaws i love my bitch wit no drawers and no bras no laws we break em from the get go slidin by ridin high when we get go love it or leave it we love livin illegal servin or swervin in a 85 regal look here bitch you ain t a motherfuckin beagel i take off on your ass like an eagle wherever we go we stay connected with my peoples just incase a motherfucker wanna g funk two of the homies and one of em got a piece on and they never hesitate to dissolve