sometimes a nigga need theme music sometimes you gotta set a mood let s dim these lights in this motherfucking booth dim the lights out there too i don t need to see you niggas too much can t be mood muzik without a mood but look look it s what the name of this shit right here is called roll call niggas on my left niggas on my right does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight real as it ll get holster on my hip is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit they say hip hop is dead or on life support maybe not that could be something i just thought i just ought to jump in fighting the sport how you expect to be heard when your mic is off i would love to go and browse through the robb report but ain t a car in that motherfucker i can afford see niggas trying to block the road rather then my label drop the growth they should drop us both see i could scream def jam and what they used to be but that ain t for me to say that s for you to see if not method man or redman ghostface young gunz need i say freeway the proof is me still don t believe me then where s peedi peedi they ain t really giving a fuck unless you jeezy that s what my mind say just know if you ain t the president or kanye you won t see the time of day  i m so thankful that come around these parts we don t crank or snap we aim and clap used to try to take the average rap fan show em shit but if they close minded who am i to open it rather spend time with a bougie broad mean an actress bad bitch movie star shallow bitches only into jewelry cars still fuck with us though that ain t who we are soon as my wife gone they jump on the python they ain t know i m out to hit and run like saigon putting back the ice on had it screwed up finally figured out that hate is the new love but i don t see how you get ahead that way when you team up with envy like red cafe and all that blame is yours you trying to get a chain like floss i m trying to get a chain like stores find me in jers line for squeeze work off safety can t keep calm around these jerks think beyond these words treat the hood like myspace either become friends with the tommy first so get found on the back of an empty carton spray semi larkins for the bread like remy martin don t mind me last of a dying breed wanna take rap and bring it back to the 90 s juicy inspired me c r e a m made me angry get at me dog amped me shook ones ain t me i already know it s a tough state to follow when niggas use to stay up late to watch apollo now it s ridiculous all this shit s frivolous niggas ain t macho man they miss elizabeth break a corona bottle make me an ill shank cut a bitch up like bill blanks doin still rank the media ll say anything to get at you niggas is transparent i m lookin right past you henny is a bad dude talkin bout he act rude so my new tattoo is god with a gavel told baby girl if you wanna seduce me just know my brain works like a bonaduce my girlfriend say i use my charm too loosely i tell her i m too fly to have to con for coochie hella paper tell a hater crib got a elevator on the waterfront so yeah i oughta front still times i feel like carryin chrome or cheatin the system like i m marion jones tryin to sing for the moment can t find the note put the game in a choke hold can t find his throat hang with the big dogs can t find the rope they tell me it s alive i can t find the pulse so my oh naw don t stop nothin taha motherfucker i don t even want shit keep my shit on the whole point is fuckin have something to bitch about shout to whole on top webb nitti cokeesi what up shout to my nigga breezy i see you skane dollar whole desert storm1