So go ahead and talk about me, It only fuels my fire, You won't take this home from me! This is my one desire, They think they know about the time
spark I'll hear all of the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn'
prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control [Chorus: (x2)] Girl you know I like it
tanks wid it, rob banks wid it Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it That's why when I challege you cats you ain't wid it And that's where the
fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death
trying to get out You it's drama when the llama get out Pull and spit the lead Bullets hit your head Then your mind'll sit out By the time they find this shit out
me dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out
up with it? I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot Niggas scream out: "It's just us bitches!" Don't shoot, out the phonebooth I aim at your party,
bitch, FUCK PAROLE! Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out) We in the spot, guns go off though Came out his mask it was Ollie North Oh shit
squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up
(blat!) When it's on and poppin' - you be beggin' I stop it You be beggin' for your life, 'fore that head shot stop it. Rappers lovin' my spit! - Fans
a test How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh And it thump, from the east coast to Bangladesh Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death But hold tight, cuz it
deep inside of me Touch it (touch it) Feel It (feel it) Love it (love it) Seepage (Seepage) Touch it (touch it) Feel It (feel it) Love it (love it) Seepage
