Lyrics:
money up for grabs nigga I'ma give some
Life's good minus tha bullshit once you get your cash up
Yeah it's fucked up but it's simple mathematics
Gotta let
the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a key
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone
American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Yeah, Yeah
Its Premeium Records
Elizabeth
Eastwick
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm back at it, know that I'm back at it
Add up the stock it's mathematics
on the beat mobster, call me Al Capone
Born to be a heat monster, I incite the fear
Bringing dynamite to drums, blow it up in here
They call me: American
seen nothing yet
It's hard to get work done if you won't break a sweat
I'll be the king of the world one day when I can afford the American dream
And I
Big or small
Spit it raw
Still, I'll kill 'em all
For competition
Kill 'em all
Fuck competition
I'll kill 'em all
The competition (yeah)
I'll kill
I'm loving taking over the world
Hot blooded, all American girl (Whoa)
I was raised by a television
Every day is a competition
Put the key in my
command
I feel sorry for the competition it was over before it began
There's nothin' like them American girls
Man ain't they somethin'
I been around
I'm loving taking over the world
Hot blooded, all American girl (Whoa)
I was raised by a television
Every day is a competition
Put the key in my
To a new generation of Americans
I must put the interest of
America first people have got
To know whether or not their
President is a crook i am NOT
of the world
It's the end of the world i'm not a patriot
I'm not illegal i'm not a fugitive
I'm an American i'm an American
I think you need some education
I
even relevant
To my relatives
Till I got cheddar
Now who lesser then
Like mathematics
The civil war starts in
The amygdala
And ends in Appomattox
Fill my
know it's the american rot
Parking goes for miles but no one ever smiles
It's all just too hostile to live in this place
They say that competition is
that you South American
You probably Brazilian (Yeah yeah yeah)
Probably Brazilian
Cause that's what you givin' (Yeah yeah yeah)
That's what you givin'
Gotta hate the fact I'm American, uh
My dad said it’s embarrassing, uh
Got no ones, only Benjamins, uh
Take no xan, no medicine, uh
Ain’t no doubt,
the G-o-d
Down with the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to school
I'm the principal and knowledge is
it again
Keep the competition in check
You draft your plans at your drafting desk
You try to play to win but now you lost
Like clams with no
the aimless casualty
American dream or Scarface fantasy
Kilos of coke and the arms of black families
We use to it, our hearts draped in stone
A mother's dreams
boots
Dixie flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my Slumerican ass
Um, CEO
I've got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on the back porch is
Holding it down on the corner with my glock holding
My spot is golden, drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough flow
English cause they listen when I'm telling it
Still flow excellent
Every rooms elephant
Show me competition imma show you who I'm better than
Try me then
today's mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was goin' on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork in Jell-o
We
niggas is crack addicts
It's simple mathematics, you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint
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