Now tell me have you ever heard a more pathetic kind of man? All of this self-pity and lonely self-despise that i can't stand I think it's time you
like Macaulay nigga Don't say my name nigga, don't even think of me Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up I'm the C4 that
think they hot but no they not, no Damn, c'mon, back to the streets with it Grip the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it And I ain't a nigga to
m sayin'? [Noreaga] They ain't gonna expect it, we gonna move it's raining son, they ain't gonna expect it right now, they ain't gonna expect it
throw up Can't even see straight, leanin' like they need V8 Nigga call A G eighth, jail I can't see me in A year's too long it's only shorter you got
it's a natural fact That when I, touch the M.I., there ain't no turnin back It's like [Chorus] [Verse Four] Now homey's got a whole lot on
Oh, c'mon Oh, c'mon I'm a menace to society baby The police wanna relocate me They running with gun up but they can't fade me They wanted to come up
ground 'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over,
bounce Make it touch the ground, then raise it up Like the garbage men do with the dump truck Ladies, hands up, let me see you shake ya stuff A B C
Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me Not even with a pole twelve foot long We beatin' ya, might as well
key for me so, Relax your mind and let your conscious be free The homey just touched down, foolin wit a pound Put yo gun down, so you can walk a safe ground
goodbye I felt the angels cry True love's a gift We let it drift In a storm Every night I feel the angels cry C'mon babe can't our love be revived Bring
about to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks
to touch My ballz, ballz, ballz x2 You'll never touch my ballz [ Verse 1 ] [ Swifty McVay ] I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin' And I don't even
the key for me so Relax ya mind and let your conscious be free The homey just touched down, foolin' wit a pound Put yo gun down, so you can walk a safe ground
fuckin' streets You get involved, you gettin 'slapped with the heat nigga Don't be actin like your shit don't stink, c'mon Y'all ain't fuckin' with X
on fire C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire I-I-I'm
I catch fits for starting shit I'm smart with it, I give it that special touch when I push it Cause I'm also a label rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
