from you (yea) Like all these times I did before I think I'll pass on you (yea) Because of the way you been actin' lately I get no cash from you (yea
Welcome to Atlanta where the big boys roam Coming live from the dome gotta be a bees home Dream baded to a, and let them coming off a bowie Practicing
you good at math ma you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette All it takes would hood tutors and some good budda And promise to buy them some of them
'm Talkin' To The Real If You Fake, Then Get Lost Them Block Muscle-Men Hustlin' Like Rick Ross Real Talk I'd Rather Sit Then Snitch Dawg Cause Quick Jaws
trash Throwing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat AKA a vet, and spraying them
4 for myself and a 4-4 for the jealous Cause them boys be scoping, intoxicated and hoping That they run up on Z-Ro I leave they flesh wide open Let them
, with W double O-D Can't take no ill to the eye, we come so fly Don't get it twisted I swear I'm fly, I split up jaws When I spit out rounds, and I really
to me Is this my pussy? ([woman:] Yeah, Marquis...) I'm the one that has you sprung When I skeet, we'll have a son Skeet them jaws, skeet them draws
drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from
We steady be ready for drama - I'm willing to bet on my momma Before we leave this bitch I betcha show me nuff respect [Flesh:] Hard dog from the hall
And the balls in my court, and it's lonely On top of the world when you're the only One with the balls in your shorts To leave them jaws on the floor
it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle
, I tell them ain't shit change I'm still the same lame asshole with a different name Became late to the last show with a different dane Brain ate from
a car pool Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold Need results from my actions
where I used to count them The grips in my bucket's the kind that choke horses No more losses and no toy mosses It's the Kings of Kingsly, from Bronx
Rappers might be willin but they ain't able Cause I was their king straight from my cradle I screamed and hollered and shook my rattle And dreamt of defeating them
