Fuck you Fuck the system, fuck the state Fuck the rules, and all the race Fuck yourself before someone else Fuck you FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
steal crumbs off it, jump! [Chorus] (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now (Now
it up You wont hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin, won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous] The kid pull the four out a little quicker
close When I do a video you get the popular role In the V.I.P. they get a lil' lap dance Come and grind on the willy of a black man In my ear tellin'
J.Cole) [Wale:] When you feel like this When you spill out hits When you fly as a bitch And you ride with this And you ain't bothered a it now baby [
so what'd I say? They okey-dokin' How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin' I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin I'm
of the South you better check the song again So when you need a tight verse what you going to do Call flipper Ro you got my number fool You get in the
thing we going to do it for the screw And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until
stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus My only love was for extras, and overs Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz
gun and I'm busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out A soldier, folding up a motherfucker what he need for me Either with a gun or with a fist
a G-R-A-V-E nigga At ease nigga, you don't wanna be my enemy nigga When I'm sipping drank, and smoking trees nigga Fuck around and be a memory, nigga [
What you gon do now Mo City my block showing no pity for cops, if you trespass You done fucked up now No busting in the sky first one through your thigh, second ones a
P-A-T [Hook] (*talking*) Alright, ha-ha You know so we keeping it real, yeah Southside, Southside ha How you mean, Papa Reu, my boy Z-Ro You know Rock with another hit Ha-ha, you
Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers Got an eye for them fuckers, that trying P.H. with snorkels Got a trunk full of clutches, blinding mine make you stutter I blow like a
fat Surtout original boy you like that I'm on my, I'm on my Mode de vie fuck-up mais j'represente for real JJ fait bounce ton cap dog You feel that
in tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me (All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life
is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas The shit nigga Killuminati