now, I'm a hot topic But that don't mean Skipper won't pop it Ain't that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet? And I got four words, stay off my
piece Send half my love out to white peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, nine resemble Filling out tax reports Look live up in Guess shorts
to 'em gossiply I'mma die awesomely with grands on the top of me Mockin' me, I'll turn ya chest into podomy Everything mafia growin' up Gotti G Four
surely insurcure I said my whole squad of niggas come through and break the law My family tight more than collect four I come through and create the master pieces
quarter to four in the morning, can you blame me? Send me a panic attack I'll be out cold. Hey catastrophe I, I think I understand. Take another piece
No change, only got franks and fittys Them (Girls) Natural born freaks, wit blonde streaks, seven's on cheeks my (Girls) Nothin'less than a dime piece Pink face Cartier time piece
would anybody treat your right We already know how the actors feel. MIRACLE MILE I'm ready to blow It's not my fault Don't waste a four-leaf clover
Eighth Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me Loungin', between two pillars of ivory I'm lively, my dome piece
a Little bit hyper and yo, this is a letter to the better So go check the mail for yours, I unveil the jaws Then I dog ya, get down on all fours So he
you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome, piece that I pack Remember fuck around and
one dimension To starving for attention hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad To riding your bike midday past the three piece
That's Short Jay Gators on your feet, six piece outfit Hat to the side, four bitches on your arm I keep my glass in my hand In case I want to get my
you start And if it come short bring back everything you bought Five Wait, if lil' daddy on the street Cut the cake, hit the hood the next day about eight Four
[t-mo] Trying to keep my head above water Selling myself short to meet the fucking quota Still there's niggas at my heels to get my paper Stacking up
ass and my red flag I'm G'd up from the feet up In my black van with my feet up And the blinds down and the beat up Short, bad bitch with the seat up
Put on your booty shorts Ooh, I really like the sexy way you walk Ooh, I like the way you make your booty talk Every time you put on your booty shorts
mighty good God so angel dust my soul like James Brown Street legal whore hauling so much stunning ass Sell yourself short like bridge at the bunny ranch Do it all fours
I'll come back if I miss you Sayin?) I understand that music calms the savage beast But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece First a bass