for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews) You know I keep my ear to the streets so it's up to me to bring you the truth I saw a movie were
lovin what you see Won't do it big as me baby Won't do it big as me baby Won't do it big as me (oh my goodness) I know you're lovin what you see [Verse
thousand more than me with my ice on I'm a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songs Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, like I like Bone The only way that
[Chorus:] Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it) Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really
tellin' you this story Means I caught another case Its either you or me And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me Aiight? Feel me O Day
' back for niggaz in New York and how they told me so Now I got to knock his boots, he owes me dough Layin' up with a hoe, then he hit me with the sob
Styles That's how we knockin 'em down, no other option around Cause I'm just cockin' a plow, me and my popular pals Don't make me hop in the crowd, stop
we gettin' to the top this year Got your ears, all eyes on me, old school 80's guy, that's me Hip hop head female rappers give me dome That's just that
Pink Rosay, think OJ I get away with murder when I sling yay Niggas got less steps then Britney That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? [Chorus
time Chorus: And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly And bring ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high When ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna
to the finger ya flipped at me And this no in between me and you Only me and you Who else gon' put it on me like the RULE God only looks after children
me What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic Me in church, or me in bed with
wit it Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver I'mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it
flippin Feet by the engine, head by the transmission And I be right where I am mista Me and my damn pistol Me and my girlfriend In this world alone, so bring
] 2x [Vita talking] Yeah, QB (Yeah) Mobb Deep, dola It's goin down, we're takin over Vita, gettin this dough We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!) (Murda, Murda
careful with them keys Don't hesitate the squeeze Watch out for them fans cause they hate y'all Begging counts over seas When the fast come for me All
the wrong people It's the family affair, I'm here With all of me Im'll deal with this one accordingly Got the locations sittin' in the console pacin' Get bagged murder
stealla (stealla) Pedal to the metal I gotta go hard Drive by and say hello hey Fredwreck you my mello now let me here what I sound like acapella (shhh) wow ride dip swish now bring