screamin "Free Yayo" If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me [Chorus] [Proof] King Gordy
Traduction: Preuve. Wit Me Clap.
bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me
at me instantly As I walk into this vide(o) I can feel you diggin' me Wit' yo' glass of Rhemy, you had one too many But still I'm impressed wit' cho'
they see me "folks are quick to point their fingers at me faster than ET, my fellonies be changing wit the weather I'll be the nigger blacker than this
dont even have a spider Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters yea yea bitch ya muthaphukkin biter Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit
Boy died from Bed-Stuy I've been, controllin' the street, holdin' the heat Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin' wit' us) Rollin' with me
puttin' it down Down to unknown wit a 9 millimeter clip Some think they bullet proof, some end up benedicts Which one of you fools wanna make them thangs clap
be you're starin' at me instantly As I walk into this video I can feel you diggin' me Wit' yo' glass of Remy, you had one too many But still I'm impressed wit
sayin yall burf'd me man yall aint bred shit so y yall talkin i aint listenin "EURF TA CHRIS!!!" yall can keep talkin shit suck my dick fuck wit me
and guns that saw you in half Believe me, we run this rap shit fo shizzie Make makin' millions look easy Every where ya turn you see me You hear me Believe me
after half the major labels start Financially backin' this rappin', rhymin's my first love She's been wit me from the start, I exchange vowels Wit my
on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!) Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!) (Clap, clap
