s the rap thespian, trap champion Dude never lose even when you think he can't even win Again, don't nobody do it like the kid do Talkin bout the greatest better throw him
dick left inside only half understood her What makes her come and what makes her stay? What make the animal run, run away yeah What makes him stall, what makes him
And we ain't killin Jonny, no Nigga give em an ass shot Put him on injured reserve Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word That's
him He neva smoked weed so how could I blow wit him Shoulda knew he was a fag by the way his clothes fit him Tight G Unit jeans brought out the ho in him
s a reflection of Dr. Dre in his heyday in the worst way The five star surgeon general Took Jayceon to the Aftermath research department And gave him
stayed on the scene Guess all I can do now is pray for Supreme While I finish my next album, 5 million and countin Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him
I used to roll wit him He never smoked weed so how could I blow wit him Should knew he was a fag by the way his clothes fit him Tight G-Unit jeans brought
grade, look at me just like you Gunnin for riches, runnin hoppin project fences Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits And I'm far from finished
tried to seize the violence I got niggaz on the island, for puttin' in stainless work With vaseline on they palms, gettin' ready to +Bang Em Smurf+ (you little bitch) I here him
My bad, that's your wife? Fuck your life Anyway I heard you workin for vice You ain't real man you hide behind ice Youse a impostor, snatch him off
Yall Who I Be I Gotta Say Proof R.I.P Thats For Em The 40 Oz Spillin Thats For Him I Got The System In The Bently On Blast For Him I Go Bananas Like Plastic
him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler
s my life transferred since the day we conferred So preach the Word, in and out of season - the reason Is Jesus - believe that I seen Him, they need Him
Dust the furniture, have the floor waxed It gotta be spotless from front to back You might as well get off your butt and ... [Mr. Mixx:] Just finish
my "Ghetto Village" But if Stevie can see it, it must mean that I'm real with it Corporate America gotta deal with it I'm riding this 'til the finish
em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn,