is make hot songs and use y'all cash I hang my plaques in the bathroom 'Cuz I'm sill thinking 'bout making a hit While I'm taking a shit Playa Haters
tap my house phone and they still out of order I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin' And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack
from out of prison Now I'm losin' my religion That's how I'm feeling when I'm fuckin' with you 'Cause I don't fuck with you, now I'm bustin' at you
money we the best there is House too big for MTV Cribs Hall of Fame me for the things i did Its the way i live I'm just Joey the Don Look so good
it in here Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here Let there's dead bodies in here There's dead bodies in here, I don't like it in here Step inside, come
Well, it's the alley cat, puffin' on a hoody mack Some say I'm a titere, but yo I ain't all of that Hit you wit a baseball bat if you try to ill though
the Benz I'm doin' one sixty in the fast lane Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game I got it, made like my last name I'm gone just like my
brain 'cause I'm a disaster Dalima get ready, get decibel comin' atcha Leave 'em in a predicament 'cause I'm a style master And I'm impressionable now, just so ya know I
I be forgiven for all the, liquor and weed that I smoked When I succeed, will I cope? Will I still breathe without both? This ring Tech N9ne, I dunno, but when I go, I
a Forty, I'm up in here feelin' naughty I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it shorty I got no time to trick, on the average girl I'm in paradise,
- I get big! Haters come around from downtown I get surround sound - I get big! Haters come around from downtown I get surround sound - I get big! Here
shit 'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips
, anybody?) I'm all alone in this world (Anybody, anybody) Is anybody listening? (Oh, I just wanna know) I'm alone in this world (Have I got somebody'
man team but fuck him times done changed I'm in the game and I bring moms pain cause the game is slangin caine cries from my eyes as I hits the street
your time Ayo death, I forsake you, I ain't trying to snake you Well, why shouldn't I take you Well, I understand I stole bottles But nowadays I'm the
i love them all but i aint got no main so when i fuck them and duck them i ain't got no shame i go against the lames i don't go against the grain it
I run a gun high, I'm soundin' a horn See my glarin', stunnin' runnin' by negative four When I see you shunnin', gimme when I need it or I take it Fuck