no shit like this You ain't never heard no shit like this You ain't never heard no shit like this You ain't never heard no shit like this You ain't never
Chorus: repeat 4x) You aint never hear no shit like this You aint never hear no shit like this [Verse 2] (beat change) Now who else can take a beat like this
up I am a bomb Leaping over barriers like this was a triathalon [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now I'm the everyday topic I'm under the microscope so I'm feeling microscopic My shit
like my In four inch Christian Laboutins Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts I like my Gangsta
slugs will bounce off like they hittin superman's chest.. nigga [Hook] Fab: Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right
, I'll meet you in the sky, Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns tu hold down, I figure this where my heart at, This shit has got my
everybody, I feel like everybody out to get me If it ain't so, tell me why I live like this Po' than a motherfuckers, but I still give like I'm rich I
it, then come see Duke Find out what this glock, or left and right do We can take it there, if you wanna take it there We can do like middle school, step
loner I'm a asshole by nature you can get with that, or leave it at this bitch the only company I need is weed and since I'm nervous by nature I'm a make
catch him All the pain building up, is gon teach them bitches a lesson I ain't never did shit, and I ain't never had shit So don't you look like you
this shit for DJ Screw (HAY) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for Big Hawk (HAY) Nigga, I'm doin this shit for Big Steve Mafio-so (HAY) We doin this shit for
So I might ready to burst this, for a long stay Back at the block after 2 and a half, thinking my partnas got shit to show me But they bout they paper capping, acting like
caught this nigga at the crib with his wife and shit she blind till the fact she don't know the life he live stick up kids die fast in this live of crime
in a bottle but instead its a rap you tryna battle? recieve this one and float me one back you thinkin too slow, you got peanut butter for brains my brain look like
2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet look like he
minorities be trippin We ain't having it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get this shit