talk more shit then drown the clown I'm like that freak from Cirque de Soleil With my leg behind my head and a rhyme to say Ten nine eight seven six
, he’s the 40’s in hand Powercat geronimo is in the distance The fifths are coming, the fifths are coming Hit up, lit up the blunt and I’m straight Quarter to eight
(shut 'em down, shut shut shut 'em down) I shut 'em down (shut 'em down, shut shut 'em down) [Busta Rhymes] Hah! One two three four five six seven eight
will lift you Every other week Ia?™m buying a new wristo I clap at your ass with this chrome thirty eight Put six thru ur hats and seven and three eight
(YEAH) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight
for a try but don't stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye Six for the silver that you wrench Seven for the gold that'll never quench Eight
two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and right two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and left two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
You started up first day At Seven or maybe Eight You crashed into my life with a boom You came over as a guest I said I like you and I confess About ten
, eight-two I was new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight
Well let's see how Rob B-O handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs Watch ya backs bad boys [Black Rob] Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight
it real good [Chorus][Mr. Bigg sample from "Yeah I Rob"] x2 Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean Se-se-seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime
-one I had fun, eight-two I was new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eighty-seven in the kicks
up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit
'all understand Understand I'm the man, move them thangs hand to hand I open shop, shop, takeover yo block, block Pull up on that thang slow, everybody stop, stop
to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've And I just bought a
hours of make up, what happened these old divas? Hey boo, what's goin' on girl? Lookin' all good Hey guys, thank you Get over here girl, look at you! Seven eight
're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair-nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drug, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop,
