Ill never stop
I dont give a fuck
If its me against a million billion of yall mother fuckers
I will never stop
I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers cant regroup, cant recoup
Ill be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, Imma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young, and Im at the award show
Bank account ten digits and its all "Os"
I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
Its official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change my name to strong arm
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin and choppin until the day that Im gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain aint nothin but blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
Cross the ts and dot the is and
Pay the judge, drop the top well mess around
Shit, its the kid rappers feelin
You cowards dont know? Id rather be racketeerin somewhere
Bustin shots in the atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin the proscecutor at my hearin
Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride
Yo yo yo, its your hide
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
Im focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gunll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, yall small fries
(Yo, Im from the projects)
Yo, but on the floor tied
Dont matter, well take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk jive
In church dressed in cordoroy ties
Now Im grown up and been married four times
Besides, Im just a sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High
Reversin the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin the block, servin the pot
And I be the person to watch
If your girl missin the rock, purse and a watch
Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
Alota yall sweat it, you try to forget
How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet
You got it to bet? Thats just how you got into debt
You lost when you nodded your neck
Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect
Take the voice that you try to project, check
Darin you to kid, cat shootin sperm in you wiz
Im why you smell herb in the crib
Man Im out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful
Indo out-do, intro to outro
Im the hottest thing spittin so go warn your clique
Them niggas yall look up to is on my dick
Sauce motherfuckin born to hit
I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you against me is really nothin to see
Who, when, where, what its gon be
I dont give a fuck if its he or she
Im the virgin of hip hop
Nobody fuckin with me
I know your type, you a ride dick nigga
Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga
Out of turn speakin, first one leakin
Always the Suzuki side kick nigga
Bitches dont cast stones down, they throw bricks
Why I come through and tell em to blow dick
These niggas the nicest? No, go fish
Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit
Youre treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated
Observe it from over there, ok
Aint It obvious we overheated
You talkin that slick shit
But I jus know that you meant me
But evidently, you dont know
I get your ass gone permanently
It aint complex
Ill just bang holes or youre ablin to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps
Come on and get some of our gun craps
Ill straighten out the nigga now
When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse
When I glide the entire map
With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up
Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up
And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
Look in my eyes, Im not scared
Sucka, you heard what I said
If you dont wanna get dead
No it aint no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla
The mo scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule
Dont hold me back, you bet
How many niggas think they fuckin with mines
A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine
I hope you know theres nothin fresher
The manifester apply the pressure
Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester
Now fix your fuckin face up
Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw
Everybody hit the fuckin floor
Only the real mother fuckers belong
I hope niggas dont end the party before we finish the song
(Bitch nigga)
You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past
When I used to pull spine outcho ass
Live niggas go stack money, continue to bill shit
Long as Im in this fucker Im determined to kill shit
Zap niggas like cellular flips and swell up your lips
Fuck with so much dick in their ass its shrinkin her hen house
Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your trigger
Salute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas
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