And I just wanna rock for a century
If you can't do none other than flow
I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies
It's a symptom if you bobbin' your head
The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder
I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the Devil
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
Rather just sit back and roll a Dutch
Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line
And it's hard just being the boss
Never underestimate niggaz or over trust them
Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
If not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatup
All you shootin' is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
I know how to get my pairs off me
Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip
From all the shit that he go through
Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch
That's right, homey, you can't move me
Fuck ridin' the beat nigga, I parallel park on the track
But I know a man becomes a man
In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue
Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground
They can cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty
Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground
While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder
Into something else that'll make something melt
Hop out lookin' crispy, fresh and new
'Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle
And then chase the book with the documentary
The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over
Puttin' purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin' them nicks
'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up
Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, let's go
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
When I get it, you already know I'm throwin' them bricks
Ya'll ain't fuckin' with Jason
The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over
Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here
After I cash in, there's really no justification
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Should be able to get the mansion by the lake
I'm just waitin' on a queue like Suzie, don't lose me
If it don't jam, the tech will spray
But I invest my bread into something else
You just gotta feel the kid
These penitentiary chances that I take
Think about how I'ma get the cocaine over customs
Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground
While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder
Don't make me put your heart in your lap
And, I don't know you
Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years will cost me
I just gotta throw my timbs on and tighten my lace
Uh, yeah them M's is right in my face
Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what
