i have achieved i still stand for everything that i al ways believed was the biggest part of me. part of me so here we go, you keep trying to pull me
We gon' pick you up when ya flight land, we in a tight jam Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand I touch down like two-thirty If I was on you, your
always lace mine thicker Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Watch your back with your niggas Cause that's right where they'll stick ya You see me
always lace mine thicker Watch your back with your niggas Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Cause that's right where they'll stick ya You see me
rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your
cal go and get your burns, spit that Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that Bring beef where your motherfucking cribs at Shove knives in your chest where your
way too shady The only people I can trust Is my family and my lady All my dogs got guns Ready for action They won't betray me Your the type to run Or
for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B. [Styles P] The ill rap niggaz that kill Destroy shit but they able to build Come fuck with the real Coward, better play your part
regret what I said When you're me, people just wanna see, if it's true, if it's you What you say In your raps, what you do So they feel, as part of your
ll put you the fuck out" And when you put your words like that It's like third strike black you struck out His man tried to rush me from behind Chaps
kill your self esteem Born from part devil, part cracker from Queens Knowledge that we drop, you don't even build with That's like me winnin a rap Grammy
, thugged out orthopedic cause i'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader make me
Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder
walk, thugged out orthopedic cause i'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up niggas try to stick me like abdul lerima, follow the leader make me
it's yours Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick
the truth If I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap 'Cuz when these bullets hit your
get your dough nigga Heavy in the game, game's been good to me Who da bumba, claat him a come try take mine? Ooh, me see you rushin' up, game's been good to me
