I'm faded you can hate it Ask me if I give up a fuck Homeboy I came from nothing this time I'm a live it I'm so real I'm a needle in a haystack When I
far gone I'm so high, I don't even know what label I'm on I'm messed up, feelin' like an over worked plumber I'm sick of the crap, what's Dr. Kevorkian
man I am The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch
, now they all love the Don G I'm on BET more than "Leprechaun 3" They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee I don't layaway, only y'all {"Put some
at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime And I'm thinkin' little huddy must have made me calm So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom I'm-a
that want a beef nigga bring it on Cause when I'm done, it'll be my dick that you're swingin on From the way I say my rap clear I make people more excited
coverage But I got two bedrooms and a brand new oven I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain You could tell I'm f**ked up when you hear my
I'm trying to mimic My life move about a mile a minute Make the best of it while I'm in it, talk shit I'll never get offended I'm so pushin' to the limit, I
my lyrics and hooks If I wrote a book about you crook niggas gettin shook In a hot second, I'm a get the hot-steppin On first, when I'm on my verse,
's sleepin I been off the deep end, since I was semen That's why now, I'm such a motherfuckin demon! Screamin, my bloody head off, shit on my mind I gotsta
til I pass, cause they ass, and I smelled em I S-P-E-L-L-E-D T-H-E-M, I spelled em To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head Catch a body
so check me as I shoot the gift Rip rhymes, freestyle rhymes Off top of the dome every time I'm glad this shit is going on tape So I can escape into
her now, harlem world crook of the town But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime And I'm thinkin' little huddy must have made me calm So I
rocc So fuck a crew nigga I'm all alone When I'm spittin fly shit on the microphone And I'm that black nigga sittin on my throne And it's on, got you
A Santa Rita county jail Every time I turn around, every time I look I'm considered to be a murderer, a crook Ali shook the world I'm gonna shake my
I be riding grey, I never do play Southside Houston Texas, that's where I stay I do it for my state, Texas on the plate And if I sell crack, I'ma move
