bad. I'm not your second, I?m not your third, I'll be your bird. I'm not your Chesnutt, I'm not your Mould, I'm not your DJ on late night radio, I'll be
what I'm sayin' Some niggaz palms be sweatin' Some niggaz palms be itchy It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it You know what I'm sayin', nigga We
Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that bitch and these niggas just a fussin thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I
motherfucker, I'm already there" Frustrated, mentally aggravated To be the rebel that society created I'm good most times but when I'm foul then I'm
I don't know if I'll ever see heaven Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners And blowed smoke with winners, now raise it up for them spinners I'm
know what I'm sayin' Some niggaz palms be sweatin' Some niggaz palms be itchy It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it You know what I'm sayin', nigga
gone, goin real strong I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long drop roll barre, that what I want Im comin on down jammin I gotta be slammin, gotta be
Chris Ward] I'll show you, how to move them birds You wanna talk fly, I'll show you how to use them words I'm a hustler I'll show you, how to get that
I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz See, I'm a fool nigga, break the rules nigga I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you nigga See, I'm
behind ya, blow some Ganja in your memories, sportin' Tee's to remind ya we still I'll be hangin' up town With my niggas Yea, yea, yea, yea I'll be
I will not be rakin' Uh, I know one nigga that met his match, cakin' I'm not goin' tell you how to live your life, boy you bakin' Bitch I'm a runnin
nose closed I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober [B.G.] I want it ? I'm pickin' your lock, comin
ain't I'm lettin you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off And get ready for your kinfolk Your little sister be the first one to get smoked Then I grab
all 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
the DB?s tell ?em, Wacko lookin' for ?em I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for ?em If they ask you where I?m at, I?m in the Melph
and I stare, I see death Goddamn thinking "the fuck? ", it could be me My little homie on the ground crying I'm thinking I'm gone, oh my lord
