Lyrics:
the engineer, shoot him in his ear (doo-doo-doo)
I ain't payin' for studio, bitch, I'm out of here (I'm out of here)
And I ain't payin' for no pussy, bitch, get
Take a special kind of nigga to defies me
Similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since '93
Niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me
I've been
Play with my name and they bust out your brain
Look how these diamonds just bust out the chain
Money so long it go on and on
Money so long this shit got
the studio, bae, droppin' a verse with me
Help him bust a couple plays, he done bought a purse for me
Take care of me like I'm his daughter, puttin' nobody
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
diddly, I spit hot, and drop shit
Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me
Come through in
to ride
Murder homicide
So by all means necessary I'ma strive
To get my momma out the hood since my father died
If you don't you don't shine shit I got
what's up my nigga
Check this out you been listenin' for awhile
Why don't you tell these niggas
What they really thinkin' about
When be wrappin'
littered all along the road
You can learn to fly or take the totem pole
Got golden goals
I need my homies to make it, even if they
Make it before me and turn
Pockets so large it cant fit in my pants
Bust in a bitch like i bust rubber bands
Head to my toe in new fashion from france
She wanna do me
Said i be posted
AND THATS REAL
Rex road
Is where a nigga got
His game at
Where my stains at
Where lil taylor gave me brain at
When i smoked my first bleezy
By the train
the grit's" It turns out
That that shocking night in
October 1974 wasn’t quite the watershed
Moment in Green’s cv
We've been led to believe 'Take
Me
at funerals
My sound freak you out like rough sex in the studio
I blow the back out the track when I black out
Got the spot maxed out, people in the front
scurred to bust
Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed
smoking on the regular
Hit your bitch and have her singing like Christina Aguilera
I couldn't bust, got blue balls, I'm a Avatar
Living healthy, all my
16, 506 straight out my fucking lane
Young kid just looking for fame
Call me a cannibal
Ate this white bitch like a cantaloupe
Bust up on my balls
bae I'ma slide
She ate the beef and waited
For the hot mayo inside
My cock get dry she stop by, can't go inside
'Cause my other chick in the
Crib
And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate
I'm a lot to take like Kanye
Walking up on the stage for Beyonce
Like it's my job to say
That
Aye, wait ooh
(Eddie)
Yeah, 58
I'd give my ex courtside tickets just to see me ball
Aye, Lil Eddie
I'd give my ex courtside tickets just to see me
open and barf in it
I'll cum in your moms box and
Let my cock spar with it
Put something hard in it, go hard in it
Then pull out then stick my whole arm
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
some at the studio
Some at my momma house (Momma)
Florida, where I got a summer house (Summer)
This 1942 turn her out (Turn her)
I get to bussin', they
Vatos loco
For real had a Land Cruiser before my deal
Then I copped a 400 Lex and I'm set
Moving through the projects like Tyrannosaurus Rex
Shootin Tex
always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin
Spend fo' get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high and relax
And if I bust a Ben Frank', get some Andrew
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