Flowers

Without a paintbrush too
Yo, uh, uh, wallets motherfuckers
I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
(Ultimate, ultimate)
All niggas eatin'
You can catch us cruisin' all on a ship
I still catch her for a piece
High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh, purple and the new Lex
I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too
Stadio, one-three
Top Sear, got's to be a lot to see a rock

Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and Latins
I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter
And my mouth stay dry 'cos I swallow the struggle
Yeah, yeah, y'know, tranquilise, tranqulise
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
(C'mon)
Yeah, yeah, yo, Ghostface
Baby girl, threw a drink on my clothes, the new Girbaud's

From Star's Pizzeria, peace, hate to be ya
That's right, all my shit is bulletproof
Cursed out Leah, burst out a purse with the Gods you jeer
Fully equipped, on a Star Tac, callin' a bitch

Raekwon, Meth
(You betta)
My niggas might find ya
Stoop for the bulletproof
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
You'd better move over, yeah
At the prayer with the preacher
I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out
Trifle and work, let's murder everything that Wu wanted sent
Mashin', the latest fashion
(Yeah, yeah)
(DJ, DJ)
When yo' head hit the meter
I get skeet in the bleachers
Tally up pen, yo, Live Crew meetin'
(Well, yeah)
Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design
Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta Korea

Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
(Yeah)

[Unverified] be beamed up behind the stove

Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose

Bulletproof wallets
Layin' in the tropics, big dick shit on park
See me in the club, got a gun on my Lex
I'm a lover, not a biter
So don't hate me

Lewis Fritz, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happenin'?
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics
How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix

They way his Clarks look, niggas on top it
Eah, fuckin' idiots
Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer
Straight up, colorful drawers, bad whores
All rich niggas with the same coke
Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher
And as bad as the worst
Yeah, Projects
That's how I picture rich niggas with the same coats
The lingo is to let y'all niggas know
Sayin' "Peace" to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs
(Yeah)
(Ultimate, ultimate)
Wreckin' ball gangsters, unleash the law
Movin' out, colored Durangos switch to me, broke
I might connect you to a VCR, after they plug you
On yo' ass nigga, you heard?
Any shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'

All N Together, together for worship better
Dirt-ass niggas, ya niggas ain't got a chance

And your girl, I might eat her
Wu shit, my whole click
Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
(Woah)
Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly Mo-et ho
On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder
(Come on, come on)
All magazine's lit, the fly life we live
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas
Askin' how Maria pop Leah
He's as good as the rest of 'em
Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics