yeen know? Inside my shirt, yeen know? [T-Rock imitating DJ Paul] Damn T-Rock, why the fuck you gotta clown my arm and shit man? [T-Rock] Cause nigga
t praying enough And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up" If it's beef when we
thing in the morning there's always something up that keeps my shorts from falling guess I can't help beeing horney it's so appaling tryin' piss in the toilet when it's flying up my arm
Audemar, my whole team got them You loving the same bitch, my whole team poppin' My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go Glock 9 in my underclothes
Like double vinyl my rebuttal's final So save your little comeback, with one rap I leave you with a hunchback and duncecap Drum tracks are under my spell
seein' some ad, So I turned on my Conelrad. But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill, So the radio didn't work so well. Turned on my player- It was Rock-A-Day,
TURN IT UP!!) I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY DUMB DUDE THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S
Armageddon, Lets Go I Got A Riddle What's Little And Talks Big With Midget Arms And Creamy White Fillin In The Middle That Will Do Anything To Throw Dirt On My
the run is the gun, so my flow go back! I'm on the last train to Paris, ?bonjour! ? See, we all just came to party, Don't you wait for the past, just?
they arm and let them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no
Squad got, chains and cars Get, brains from stars after those awards Miyagi's or doubles, don't think I won't buy out the bar That's little shit, Mercedes
make you a hitter Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard Take your
