Max B {Scarlett O' Harlem}:] Hey baby {Hey daddy} Lookin' real good in them jeans {Thank you baby} Had a rough day? {I know} Just a lil' stilettos and
peace almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers
my humble go berzerk and make you swallow your smirk I splurge most and bash, capacitate mass I fascinate as I assassinate and show task Characters and egos, get crushed in trust And
roll and slide Climb over to the passenger side and freeze And once again it's on You should take a picture with your camera phone Playa she not comin' home And
few scars I'm serious All of my dogs will clap you Leaving you some new stitches and slugs for tattoos I get mad and busy with words and in a frenzy And
fiend in the corner, itch from eight scars scratchin (Huh) We make the nutta butta, thick creamy shit from the gutter Paranoid these niggaz, flip and
and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly nose reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and
to floss, And that's the reason she break me off. Cause I'm gangsta, And I'm ridin with... [Ne-Yo:] Ne-Yo, it's a thug and a gentleman. Rollin like a
scarred up with cold sores I wanna beat ya cuz that's how men treat ya And I wanna leave ya dead so bugs can eat ya Got a pig from Madrid and a roach
and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and
ha, ha ha Now this "East vs. West," one contest was a taste "Crooklyn Dodgers" and that libation, touched the fan base A little, always scared in the place I scare
