s not once it ain't happen One pop in the air does not mean you clappin One rap hit does not mean you be rappin Although you bust rhymes, you ain't kill
s kill the myth that as MC's we know it all, we all children still No tricks for ninety-six, it's due time we build man.. [sung] Just stop takin me for
that excite But when you come down, you're shit is dumbfound Sounded weak like mundane, someday You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece
niggaz kill for They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too Got something for you broke These
shuttle to space for the perfect jury The judge dropped the bar and to the court decreed You can lay down all you like Tell me what you see I'm free
mirror My credit card final fantasy breaks the limit I just paid just brakes to break my lemon Wont make enough juice for my pessimism So I'm not for
s watching me" I got no privacy whether on land or at sea. And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic Hypocrit, critic, but deep inside you wish you
Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep
Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch
crawling Spinning webs around you niggas Staking bread around you niggas Everytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggas I used to watch everything I said around you
Slim Thug, Young Dro, Clipse and Ja Rule) Uh huh Jones Dipset Birdgang b*tch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas
in our kitchen Chickens go for 30, chickens go for 30 30 rag shawty, tryin' score a birdie [2x] [Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman] Chickens go for 30, but my
jus have a large engine (vrrrrrmmmm) [Chorus:] I don't think you feel me like I'm feelin myself You suckas hatin on Gucci Mane dats bad for ya health