ll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a
hood New Kid On Tha Glock brought me up, started rappin on beats from Shownuff you remember me, from Rais to Outlaw new album (Guess Whos Back), thats what i'ma bout
from ATL And know that I'm missin' you like hell(like hell) I'm talkin' bout a hood tragedy nigga And everybody always askin me nigga I love this nigga
my tin bed when a goon grabbed me by my fucking forhead he picked me up and put me across his fucking shoulder I said Bitch you let me die like a soldier
niggas pay ya every Friday u ain't got to stick em At the dice game if ace roll a six its no problem But if you roll a ace he gon pull out a Robin Losin
I Been Decided Let Me Inside It And You Know What I Mean By That What You Mean Hood See Them Pretty Lips Seperate Them For Me Ya Heard Me Play Wit
Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg Got Racks On Racks On Racks Racks On Racks On Racks Racks On Racks On Racks Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks(x2) Niggas Hate Me
down the damn door (b-bow!) Hot diamonds on the wrist, call it Hellfroze An animal, I'm eatin' niggas like Hannibal I'm 'bout to blow, when I land, call me
i'm fast speed i'm on the level telescopes can't even see me i am a rebel definition it describes me i am a beast you see the features in the new breed
Chea, Ace Hoood, Gutta, (Who Hotta Than Me?) Gutta comin soon my nigga, (Who Hotta Than ME!) Who hotta then gutta nigga, no nigga hotta then ace hood
I'm bout to fly Bitches love me, dey niggas hate me, I know why Bitches love me, dey niggas hate me, I know why Bitches love me, dey niggas hate me,
parlay, parlay When I come spittin lyrics with no delay Its this nigga thats full of mystery I leave your ass in history If you fuckin wit me, pissin me
off a key like I can't sing Got the seven on me like big jersey Ridin' round, and this bitch dirty I'm the best, hands down They nicknamed me 6:30 I'
flow ill but still I'm never calling in sick This is Meth Man, New York niggas calling me piff Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff Flag me down on
hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the squad car and lock me away Give me
on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a
in da hood same Sean John Jeans as yesterday Waitin' fo' da Customas , nigga I us to be them all black B.M. From da A.M. to da P.M. fiends call me da
me but me It used to bother me at first But now my conscience is free I ask the lord to give me strength And bless the hood And keep these fake motherfuckers