damage, I'm serious Plus I won't let a nigga have it I'm delirious I'mma blast period, don't question me don't mess wit me Blue ice blue arm Superman
Sweets T Ferris concocted a master plan, we executed it to the T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition
I didn't have arms I could still pull hoes (yea buddy) Cuz im fly you aint heard I rock I could pull a chick butt naked in some socks I'm tho'ed off don't
you can fuck shorty the same night Yo, don't trick when you don't have to You think you ballin'? You turn your back they laffin' at you You don't gotta
[Tim] It don't stop [Nas] Can't stop [Tim] Say what? [Nas] Play your parts [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop [Nas] Nas Esco' [Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh [Tim
In it to survive, so enlist, in strategies My non-exist thinkin only lead, to casualties I'm battlin, invadin, interceptin Makin sure don't nuttin move in your section Don't
L'll and Al Skratch, 'Where My Homies?' Leave it to y'all, these niggaz left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all y'all stressed out That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til
sons I'm confident, don't come in conceited, ain't got no Big Ed I'm bad like Fiend, but I B. like Craig So don't provoke me, if you don't want to get
to be on top of yearn But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends That shit don't mix,
't believe you gone nigga What the fuck happened? Ain't nobody else goin' away man You ain't takin' nuttin' else from me man Nobody can't take nuttin
disease, I'd be a dead mutha fucka I make so much money so savin ain't my plan And I blow so much cake that the candles don't stand Ice hang to my cock
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it I got a head, but ain't no screws in it I got a head, but ain't no screws in it Roll up and get swoll up, hold
got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you ain't a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed
't cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap And catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one You lost it course you sad one You can't get with the style
get rich Posted up with this shit On the grind tryin' to slang that muthafuckin' shit Servin' the fiends the ice cream You mean that crack [king george] Bullets can't
and they'll jack you like it ain't no Thang See I'm from the city where niggaz be salty and they stay faulty like wires And I ain't seen a gangsta retire
al capone But I'm dirty like harry I keep a 9 millimeter 'cause I ain't gettin buried My glock be special like ed All y'all nigga ain't strapped Might