get it haha funk doc in the building bitch ya ll already know the business nigga haha yo let s get it yeah i m with it streets on fire i m frying my dinner quick like sugar ray leonard one love any boy get served like tennis menace you call a rap bulldog me and my pen form into voltron cold my heart built with a snowball and i fuck old women like zohan roll on like mitchum barry bonds this bitch when the beat start pitching i m broke my atm ain t kicking but what i drive i build expensive look at me nigga i got it in pocket ask houston how i rock it if i go hungry you getting robbed by me biggie smalls and the delfonics yo man yeah yeah take it back to rae shit straight off the muthafucking concrete nigga you know how i go word up let s go before all the cussing and the gunfights don t wanna run nikes yeah scramble when it sunlight g s in my pocket of juice blue goose i m a goon under the moon glow on the boosters yeah deadily my sons regret me windpipe writing the mic fighting respect me i m from where it get down machete your mother snatch your brother scrap you down you know the deal when we do this chill catch me in brazil ratchet on little glass of tequil i sware to the real my real if i don t win then i won t spend i m grabbing bill that s the hammer i mma do this nana niggas who hunt snatch em up bite the clip the banana and this is for them good niggas blow that l and that blow that well and watch the book niggas yeah watch them jooks niggas you know what it be man word up niggas staying alive bunch of fucking roaches man  jeter married to the game without a pre nup and she don t act up if i don t eat her damn now that s what i call a diva you sick man i m what you call a fever and i don t put no snow up in my cheeba pack a little heater the game get colder in the freezer hit your little corner with the sweeper dance with the reaper sharper than a fuck plus i m laying in the cut like a half moon caeser what you getting is the truth my bird eye visions spot the pigeon in the coup same way i live it how i spit it in the booth next to rza ain t no nigga bigger than the group stat fuck that we come strapped bust gats drug raps and pump cracks what you trying do nigga we done done that i m off the gunrack nigga put ya gun back yeah you slow your blow boy you gon lay where you lie nigga aiyo i woke up in handcuffs heard the police wanted me dead big bullets and splashing all over kingpin s still moving that weight and his main goon burned up a discotech he s a hazard classic nigga we got a flick of him he jacked nate while he took the picture and we tapped his crib bugs all in the jacuzzi under the seeds bed we found an uzi trully and we know about his bitch in charlotte pulled her over state troopers found two revolvers and she told us them handguns that s my fathers and i m licensed to carry those shits regardless ya ll just played my man caught her with a million dollars worth of fireworks coming back from japan it s nothing ya ll police be fronting and stop looking at my pussy like ya ll want to suck it i m out on ya ll pussies catch me next time bye bye alright fellas stand back and watch the closing doors lock em up let s go lights out3