1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
I'm finna snap like turtle lips in a lake
We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Wrap more than a Egyptian coroner ya rhymes are borin' us
Here's a mirror and a map go and find yaself
But really was a nerd at Penn State
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
'Cause you been fake you frontin' like you did time in the state pen
Who you wit fuck ya click stay in ya place
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
The only hoes is the one you water ya lawn wit
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Anything pop a pill drink a lil suck a dick
I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I'm warnin' ya
Cut the bullshit ya not a hustler
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
And I got a million dollar dick bitch wood worth a lot of cash
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one bitch
So damn the critics y'all really fake
Wit that said I been blessed oh man
Y'all remind me of where I rent my DVDs at y'all some blockbusters
Fixin to get us off the block like star 82
Weeds no seeds call it Virgin Mary
(Oh, yeah)
Make cheddar when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
Listenin' to you is like watchin' wet paint dry
Run up and the pump'll blast my niggaz is dopin'
To The Source like a groupie in love with Jordan Jackson
Mad 'cause I'm comin' up and you ain't and I'm buyin' stuff that you can't
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet
(What)
But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair
Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Never have to ask 'em twice do it for the fuck of it
What if Big and Pac woulda got along?
We got hotter 16s than than R. Kelly tape
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
We came up from the bottom to the top started wit the rocks
Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin' trash
Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face?
(Slap)
The chain red like a caffeine free Coke can
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
I ain't 50 Cent but I got bucks in the bank
I'm the film in the camera nigga picture me rollin'
Chevy they say we broke up
If you ain't finna fuck Shawn then you ain't finna fuck Chevy
Getcha Bible check the credits Shawn go slow for God
Stop spittin' them Kit-Kat candy bars and give me a break please
Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple daily
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
Start writin' ya rhymes yaself as a matter of fact
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
Hoes go out in bad weather like a satellite
Confessin' like Usher soft as baby food
Vick Ervin and Tyson I want 5 mics man damn
Field Mob the answer to the question
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across
If I fuck her in the butt she have money out her ass
Hold up Joe stop the song
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
To you hoes that fuck for fun and the ones that fuck for fetti
