gray Please don't forgive me I can't forgive myself The knife is planted in my back I'm the deepest cut I'm the deepest wound I'm the deepest lie you
Style Makaveli the Don Solo shit Bring It Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don Sprits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics Like the Holy Koran Niggas get
you niggas never learn Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger nigga So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya Man I might bring the
success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it" And I'm still havin trouble believin
put that money three ways (Three ways) Always ridin' big on the freeway (Freeway) (Wit that east coast slang that us country girls be like) Low cut caesars wit the deep waves (deep
sure you die, cousin They dressin' in black, prepared for combat Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust You get
em who gotta scared wearin vests (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got like thirty cars (Baby: They say Mac) Ask em who got strip, scars, and bars (Baby
trunk Now jump jump jump nigga Stomp stomp stomp nigga Jump jump jump nigga Stomp stomp nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2] If you scared to throw it up get
I hate you all, I hate everything I'm so cool and deep and twisted But I'm nothing without the cheese The cheese that gives me a reason to Get up in
got them scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitch you scared I think that they scared of me I think i got them scared I think that they
give it to an orphan All you wanna do is hit the clique into a saw, eh? Get her pregnant, then neglect it Then you go an tell the chick "get an abortion
again and again you niggas never learn Got a itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy trigger finger nigga So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya
I mean well Cocaine bought me everything I ever had And I ain't neva been scared, that's been my very last 'Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back
strong to brain I hop on the phone with the homies to see What's happenin' in the hood, it's all good Niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep In they own cut
I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital they gonna get shot
