let you shit on me? (Hell no) I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?) You think I'ma let you shit on me? [Dro] Rob niggaz for they sounds Act like we
let you shit on me? (Hell no) I'ma let you shit on me? (Nigga what?) You think I'ma let you shit on me? [Dro:] Rob niggaz for they sounds Act like we
m in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin But I'm on a mission
me wit dat rep talk Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault Took alota cash and walked Jury, scurred me Eights on da ?? make it hard to steering Swingin' on
the nigga sweating you my nigga Looking at you cause you got the big boy shoes on ya shit my nigga Ay roll down ya motherfucking window nigga Blow out that dro
wit real niggaz that'll cut ya throat And they don't drink Pepsi they just sell Coke All I do is talk dro its like my brain on drugs See me out nigga
bricks, or white rolls What they got Lil Pha we don't care bout shit Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks Shit I spit it for y'all On the real my niggaz shit
you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold Your on fire Man im so fuckin sick I got ambulances pullin me over and shit Your on fire Ya need
flow Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro' Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
Verse 1] Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window Spray, there ain't a shell
don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple
then get naked a little and shit Sweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit Niggas wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit Yeah you buggin on
sip it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it Shame on your label,
like a burnin sensation of Henny on the first sip Hot shit my nigga; let me spit a verse quick Work shit inward, until my niggaz hurt shit and plot elaborate
Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro, but pass the Courvoisier [Busta Rhymes] Give me some money, you can give me
drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on
don't play with that shit And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit! You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz Get you in the
me rollin They hatin Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin
