to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint a mixtape This is
is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak And hit you everywhere but under your feet Think it's a game when it ain't I'm lettin you talk, but bitch, I'll
, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot Not knowin' fuckin
Etho, I miss Hevo When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture me trick, and take a loss I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This
the same Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit Ain't that a bitch Re-evaluate and stop
want some nigga, come get some (Come get some) Why you all on my nuts like a trick I heard you was a jailhouse bitch Why you all on my nuts like a trick
ve had enough) And I just want you to stop (Baby) No more love I know it hurt me when you said, "The next time I'll be leavin'" You think your game
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves for chumps tryin to stop
fittin to talk to me I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap) [Verse 2: Chamillionaire -
doubt Then I figured out things went for twenty down south Packed up my tools saw my raw power move Black nineteen forcasted flower moves Four drunks trying to stop
can do it, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What
all niggaz wanna be pimps and players? This ain't 1997 nigga I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable Cause the game don't give a FUCK
B:] From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of 'dro and Impala bricks We grind to eat, and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks
all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker
you're forced to stop breathin' on paralysis I'm cancerous cold-blooded battlest Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous You're average, no way to challenge this
time with this funk ass bitch Riding round with this drunk ass bitch Hoe let it bump [juicy j] Chicken chicken Don't be tripping When i'm bout to spit this