bout your descent and creed Just take me to your homeland lay a claim on me Make me make me make me believe it's you Make me make me make me believe
, blow [Cruchy Black] You can believe this, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin
can take you to jail or take your lifes Them sorry bastards that makes me wonder why The Five-O can determine if we live or if a nigga dies And to me
I'ma hit you with the funk force That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile brotha Then strike a pose like Madonna My mom's kicked me out
easy, bitch believe me. Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me
knock your socks off I'm just here to make somethin' obnoxious pop off An' I'ma kill it even if I have to talk soft Let me turn this up an' make you crack
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships But then the Bible never saved shit I guess that's why every Juvenile is in the same predicament You wanna slang crack
turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw
the pedigree Better get ready because I'm Veddy And there ain't no gettin' rid of me Uh, uh, uh, yo Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load
, I believe, first impressions last forever So, let's say you were to come over to my parent's house And have dinner with me and my family Tell me what
, I believe first impressions last forever So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house And have dinner with me and my family, tell me What
whats your 1st question? Contestent #1, I believe 1st impressions last forever. So lets say u came over to my parents house and had dinner with me and
broke jaw Fuck that My nigga you dead an gone But you better believe Im bustin back Aint got no time For individuals Who just wanna trip You done broke his jaw
believe this, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all
rock well and with more clientel Then a guy with long caps of crack to sell I take poetry and start illin' with it Homicide police be looking for me
bam, here's a hit you wish you had A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad Dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead Try to battle me
No feedback, ease back, let the beat crack But Uncle Sam said he wanna see tax Make the beeswax, no relax Run around the map and leave tracks You can call me
