文本歌词

Yo yo we can't stay alive forever
So if s**t hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever more h*es and more cheddar
G Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a a*s outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky raps rocky n***a you sloppy
You know that I'm 8 levels above you n***a
I'll club you n***a I never heard of you n***a its ugly n***a
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on n***as is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends f**k most of these cowards
They pop s**t 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars they lay around flowers
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit **
And who flip when I call a b***h like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This s**t can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna f**k us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**kas cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides every rapper ain't a star n***a plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare n***as since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there ain't problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run move startin to raid
And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club they at
Take 'em wit us and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
Yer advance is a grey acura
These record labels got most artists gettin f**ked like the gay rappa'
I go to college on a tour
I'm goin down in history n***a next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery flashy as a f**k you gon' have to murder me
Burglary were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy White T burgandy
You match now back down
N***as love to hate you but love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat wit w**d smoke and fishing gear
Heavy when I toke C notes from different years
Besly in the robe re motes for liftin chairs
We ain't rich but we be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys lookin for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
It's a d**n shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
N***a
Still in the projects n***a you ain't goin nowhere
You gon' f**kin be there for the rest of yo muthaf**kin life
And yo momma said I'm supposed to tell you somethin
To encourage you somethin positive
Aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthaf**ka he ain't goin nowhere
Get yaself a beer get on the f**kin curb
F**kin dirtbag