: [Chorus:] A... a... a so get understood bot I am from the hood boy came up from the dirt selfmade hustler I'm a beast I'm a beast [Verse 1:] I'm surrounded
coolest ever) so dont think this is a song its a taste of my wrath bet til your neverous nigga i got a dick and a half ima beast Chorus~ 2x Outro~
[Chorus:] A... a... a so get understood bot I am from the hood boy came up from the dirt selfmade hustler I'm a beast I'm a beast [Verse 1:] I'm surrounded
't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to war
roll Outta control, the female mandingos! Free! I evolve from the egg of a seminarian Don't go down, 'cause I'm a vegetarian! And when I bust, it
beast Your whole life is a beat The cries of a baby Soothes, the baby sleeps The mirrors and expressions of your life Emotion Life is a song, a beat, a
R. Kelly, I' ma do that rippin' out your cunt shit I flipped the fuck out and did some dumb shit ? looked at me, I got a gun shit I ain't gonna give
it, look back at it, I'm a addict (Look look look look) Back at you for what? I'm trying to concentrate on busting me a nut I'm thinking about Trav, I'm
runnin' nigga It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a rhyme about the nine and what the Tech do The four pound line, a thirty eight
gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a bitch, it's because I ain't a bitch I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush I don't
be on some weak shit Me I'm a nigga from the gutter motherfucker If rap wasn't payin I'd hit the street cause I'm a hustler [Willie D] It's Willie D
I've caused you) Said I'm sorry for everything that I ever done to you (whoa, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry) (The apologies of a thug) Said I'm sorry
Look back at it I'm a addict [Trina] Look look look look back at you for what I'm trying to concentrate on busting me a nut I'm thinking about Trav I'm
savage beast) Your whole life is a beat (the cries of a baby) Soothes, the baby sleeps (the mirrors and expressions of your life) Emotion (life is a song, a beat, a
grows I was raised in the east Little felon in the streets On a celly with a priest in the belly of the beast In the telly with a freak, R. Kelly on her
