Don't need no chorus, cash or candy now. Don't need no callous crush to come around. And I don't know who you are, But you and your boys ain't got nothing
say it -- Well, I do take pills, don't do speed Don't do crack (uh-uhh) don't do coke, I do smoke weed (uh-huh) Don't do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink
We give ya what you want Some that thing lil some one of Just like your mamma nigga this beats Chunky Look imma be real blunt We punch up cops, no, we don’t
Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time felon is All he talk about is
t right, if my wife don't write My niggas cant eat if the fish don't bite My raise the gross sales, like Mike and Ike Now big brother almighty I keep
a weak mind And a weak mind creates weak rhymes You ain't never kicked knowledge one time Just livin' on your own dick, that's a crime Homeboy, why don't
and already it's a classic Killer Mike nigga! Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K.B. Baby won't you just quit the contemplating
ain't right, if my wife don't write My nigga can't eat if the fish don't bite My raise the gross sales, like Mike and Ike My big brother almighty I
t afraid to steal Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat If you don't work, OG, then you don't eat "You don't work, you can't eat" (Repeat
think I'm playin' when I say it I do take pills, don't do speed Don't do crack, don't do coke, I do smoke weed Don't do smack, I do do shrooms Do drink
whatever you do, I like to talk about pussy like definadu, Getting this shit is fun,Me you don't expect to run, Aint gotta respect me, just don't disrespect
don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye but I don't need spinach I'ma
don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma keep
, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me
ah ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh ah ooh ah ooh Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh ah ooh ah ooh Don't make me hit you
Lover who's the man I'm sure they'll say me brother please don't play me like a shrimp dunk it on your head then I'll point like Shawn Kemp don't need
- Krizz Kaliko] How can I move the crowd without losin out of my faith? Lucifer out of the way (way) Or maybe he don't even exist I ain't gotta trip
My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin' on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands can't
