(feat. C-Mac, 6 Shot, Miss T) [T-Rock] Now give the skrilla to the mack puffing killer green in this trilla scene I got ho's who commit more sins then
: (feat. C-Mac, 6 Shot, Miss T) [T-Rock] Now give the skrilla to the mack puffing killer green in this trilla scene I got ho's who commit more sins
'em all, mo' mo'. Bitch-ass niggaz from tha otha side, wanna try me, come rock. 'Cause the nigga don't know. Flesh-Verse 3 I really help, can't contain
rock the fuck out I don't know 'bout everyone else Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, motherfucker Get this straight and fix your face I ain't gotta
. Box. I got rocks. Lotta niggas don't like that. Like (...?) I'll be right back. 'G' nights with my night cat. Since the start of shit, I had haters
Check the time it's around that hour lil niggaz they ain't around that powder They ain't super or luigi or Mario, ain't found that power plus they couldn't
Mossino Players we know, ain't no gambino Peons be watchin too much Casino Wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi But clown you more like Downtown Judy Niggaz can't
the streets let the whole world know it This the chance for your big career don't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin
but don't know what you in Had a million, now you ain't got two cents You can't say nothin', now what I don't hear you talkin' all that loud stuff If
is a Taurus the bull I drink old English, and I do get full If you're wondering why I don't stop my rap 'Cause other M C's can't rock like that My music
tall I make not make sense but I make mail The beat don't stop and I just can't Keep on going and I just won't stop Too $hort over don't even stop That
Might front you a cue if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now? Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown
go [Hook] I'm light years Ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when
500 that's a purpose g That shows how much they worth to me I cant believe they had the nerve To rob me for a bag of purp And 5 rags I had to splurge
t afraid to steal Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat If you don't work, OG, then you don't eat "You don't work, you can't eat" (Repeat
couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn't explain, couldn't
shoe's wearin' thin Had to be the biggest clown, that you couldn't comprehend Some hated on my game, said I wouldn't be the same Called me, Rock Superstar
