But I'ma make sure that you don't take the witness stand in court
We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donnell
Y'all do y'all shit in the studio
Another motherfucker bite the dust from the lust
And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the fuckin' navy
(Blaow)
That's all you doin, you playin' fuckin' around
And Keith's fucked your whole million dollar aura
You still breathin' motherfucker? But now it's time to finish ya
But the only fuckin' thing you gon' be doin is pushin' up daisies
Piss on niggaz like you and take your video models
You still playin' and fuckin' around
Just remember one fuckin' day that that ass gotta pay
Fuck all you glamorized faggot niggaz
You motherfuckers suck dick and you're phony
So all you bitch motherfuckers better respect mine
Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill?
To live plush, and he died quick from the rush
For seventy-eight more fuckin' blocks
'Fore you [unverified] ba-boom, and I'm sendin' yo' ass to the moon
Straight to Church's Chicken, and fuckin' McDonald's
They motherfuckin' head, they limbs or they spine
I control bitches brains, when they suckin' on my sugar cane
You must be crazy, thinkin' yo' ass can get Swayze
'Cause fuckin' with my gravy is like rapin' my little baby
I got connects with tecs and white boats and jets
I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the game
If you plan on bein' here to see the fuckin' sunshine
Remove your fuckin' mop, take your body pieces
All that bullshit, walkin' around with - hard packs
Everybody choose the fuckin' way that they wanna play
Any cat cross the line can't hide it's goin down
Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a fuck
We bring our shit to your face
Fuckin' with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
Youse a bitch ass nigga, smack your fuckin' skullies off
Y'all do y'all shit in the studio
Now I'm Southbound, fuck the 6, take the Greyhound
Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10
Niggaz with that champagne shit
Blood sport, I heard you on life support
Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the goon
That's right, with your hooded parkas
And it won't faze me, 'cause real gangsters raised me
You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin' lesson yet?
Bitches callin' me, Bumpy while my dick is in they tummy
You ain't learned your lesson yet
Now your shorty growin' up in the world as a fatherless child
(You ain't learned your fuckin' lesson)
Silence and not loud, pick you off in the crowd
Blaow, with one in your spine
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze me
Who's fuckin' around with Crazy Tony?
Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin'
Fuckin' magazines, I'll show you the fuckin' bomb
You motherfuckers carryin' backpacks
We bring our shit to your face
"Who da fuck ya tink you are mon, what ya fuckin doin?
Broad daylight, just me and you in a fuckin' Jamaican restaurant
You don't know the fuck I am", load three four five clips
Think I'm playin' motherfucker? Let me know who next
We bring our shit to your face
Y'all do y'all shit in the studio
Follow your Range Rover with stockin' caps
Givin' motherfuckers a permanent crease
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City traffic
We bring our shit to your face
But if you cross the line, you won't be able to find
Ya blood clot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony
Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a fuckin' sock
Cancel your important meetings, we can do this
Y'all on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz
Y'all do y'all shit in the studio
In a fucked up van to a Mexican chop shop
Youse a little, bitch
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down
My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime minister
My fame came before money you fuckin' dummy
