result of your selfishness.. (YEAH!) (LET'S GO!) I stood right by your side and gave you all my time and in return you took all of my pride so I'm
weakness disrespect and carelessness is result of your selfishness.. I stood right by your side and gave you all my time and in return you took all of
time, one time only It ain't gonna be more songs for me man This is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
're all on the tip to get a sip Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped [ ROUND 1: MC Taste ] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic Moved your
fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I
buildin before (State your naaaame, gangsta!) [Cut Throat] Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the blueprint The guideline rappers sideline until they buy mine Them little guns y'all
Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the
your pussy in December Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and From Method, all you gettin' is a can of ass whippin' Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all
ran and they didn't even do shit That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front Waiting for you niggaz to dunk Where are all your guns and them Teflon
} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip
your shit be seeming fake You bests to move your fucking finger While I cuts my piece off the tank cake Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face But stick your
some love Grippin with extra guns and clips And worldwide all these niggaz know we love that shit How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest pits It
Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks Roam the street, like a rottweiler Remember joe pe-sci, I'm a goodfella Goin all out, what my daddy
y'all names Go to your house, red dot, scope your crib Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split, it was my mistake But to my nigga, Duke, we all
'/ Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage/ Ransom, trillion dollars/ Low tolerence/ Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's/ The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your
???on Ayo my transporter 65 Ya all know the deal J. Barfield drive a ?2 oldsmobile Keep a low appeal, but oh yo he??? so for real I stick to old timers
bitch, this is a stick up I'm takin' you off your tippy toes, take your cheese And fuck your hoes, givin' you crack sacks Macks back in your cadillacs
[Chorus: Juicy J] Stick'em up [repeat], raise'em up [repeat] All the flossin' on the town'll (Get ya rob) You be splurgin' all ya cash'll (Get ya rob
