I'm a preacher sweating in the pews For the salvation I'm bringing you I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans And myself making demands
Yeah, yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Straight burn biscuits, baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son, no problem Creepin
Can't believe you wanna leave me so cold All I really wanted was to be with you, baby I can't imagine ever living life without you I'll do anything for
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin' is infinity Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low, it'd take a Navy
Yeah Another banger You can feel me if you don't, you don't I'll feed you to the dogs like a bitch I boned My only concern is for the cash I gross A
Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap Dog I take shit to heart 'cause I was born like that I only got my word as a man when I give When I say
Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they gully then switch when I'm spittin' those gummies I creep in the cold till my
Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, just pray for me It's over nigga Living life with all this thuggness Destruction, this
Nigga Sometimes I feel I got to Get away From these streets like a fiend for crack But pullin' me back it's real got a nigga goin' 'Cuz no matter the
Clap Yo, some niggas need the Henney to endure the drama All I need is information on your crib and armour When it comes to creepin' niggas know that
Girl, I know you love a thug be wildin' Smack flames out a nigga and I got you smilin' The way I cut a nigga every which way but loose A blood stained
Yeah man, you know 2002, man You know approachin' 2003, man Where we takin' this man? Where we headed for the future, man What's the resolution? Wealth
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, it's like this, man It's real simple If my nigga was my nigga like I thought he was Would he have snitched, hung me out the
Why the fuck did your your ass have to go and get knocked Now, you got me on the phone, straight talkin' to the cops Tryin' to verify your government,
I'll noose ya'll and push ya'll off the edge I'm like Ray Benzino 'cause how I hang men I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb So I can explode on
I saw him, I saw him, there he is right over there Over there, I see him, okay, I got a message for you Infamous, you tell that son of a bitch He's made
Yeah, yeah Yo son No fucking doubt, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah It's real, it's real It's real, it's real Yeah, let them niggas know Yeah Say QB Everywhere
Don't you know you've got it in for me I knew it right from the start I'm still learning my lines baby Since you've rewritten my part Oh why have
