Give me your wasted life Give me your tainted knife Give me your guiltless greed Your bloated, bleeding need Give me your wasted life Give me your tainted
't stop You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh) Big boy takin' over the block Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...) [Deuce Poppi] Now hold up, wait a minute Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it Can you pig
your fame. I'm the villain and you Gilligan, lost if you get in the middle when. I'm swimming, and I'm killing them, with all my killer pen-a-men- ship
what's hot, three letters, M E F Man Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man Rap
like watching elderly people fuck I'm a famous gang rapist !??!?! like I'm Richard Lisson Man don't try to cross me like I'm the Verezzano Bridge Hitting
) Lil' cousin hit me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, she 15 man (Today was a bad day) Verse 3 Cam'ron: Bacon, pig feet, all haul (chitlins) Fall, small, feelin' like O-Dog The F
her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem Man dem, strong like samson, shorty and jux Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm
spilt the pig Piggy in a blanet thats what we did Ran down the alley hotwired a broham Flashbacks of a bloody cop suckin' the chrome I'm lookin' up at
My pockets too deep, I f-ck around and drown her. [Verse 2:] Ok, f-ckin on Versace, napping on satin I love to hit it backwards, call it pig latin I
the shot caller, I'm goin' federal [E-40] I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know
Lil' cousin hit me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, she 15 man (Today was a bad day) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Bacon, pig feet, all haul (chitlins) Fall, small, feelin' like O-Dog The F
letters, M-E-F Man Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man Rap C.E.O. minus the yes
and watch Nigga fuck you cracker, I put you six feet "Well are you a rapper? " And I'm six feet I'm black and I'm loud, what a damn kawinky dink "Alright
heels falling down like the rain outside. Oh yeah bitch, I'm gonna remember your face your name your number; and when I crawl out of this hole I'm going
pockets too deep, I f-ck around and drown her. [Verse 2:] Ok, f-ckin on Versace, napping on satin I love to hit it backwards, call it pig latin I bought
need a fifth To start off my muthafuckin' day I'm feeling good as fuck and I'm almost my way Just C-K These - punk-ass niggas this is C-M-G Your number
