stains all he touches I was too late I know, look me over It's too late I know, look me over It's too late I know, look me over But hey, look me over!
its me and my economy and if it aint about no bread playa don?t bother me on top of ya?ll, I got the law on top of me wanted for a robbery, cutting a
from bumper to bumper Drive an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha Laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers flip ass niggaz over quick like
his padded cell I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail I heard a yell the voice sounded familiar "Give me your girlfriend or I'm gonna kill
a WIDE TIE directly below the white collar Greggery: If it's wide enough Everyone will know That the tie I'm wearing Is a symbol Of how nimble my mind
Gee] Hell naw nigga fuck this Nigga let me up out of here! Nigga y'all can't take me to jail anyway I don't even know why y'all got me gaffled Look, fuck
His fantasy takes us to Monaco All up in his head like a follicle Bite me, your money's short 5 feet Put me in the ward psyche Smash more clubs than
block don't know the toys who with 'em Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy Ya open
[Hook] Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues
forgave me yet That old-ass Rolex, you're six years behind me (Aye!) I got the streets drunk and six beers behind me (Wooo) When you was dreamin' bout
bust one time and muthafuckas call the cops on me Thug you don't know me, so don't think y'all finna hold me 'Cuz homie niggas don't know me Back to
The judge'll try to sentence me to 10 I'll never blink He'll change it say I'm psycho And just send me to a shrink 20 months I'm in seclusion and my heads
I'm comin' from a school Where if ah nigga mouth get out we aim tah hit at you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm
grippin my nine Cause das when it?s over I?m not ya playtoy I?m not ya homeboy I?m not ya fake I?m ya real McCoy boy I?m not dat phony nigga?pretend-a
digits Don't forget it, I'm all about the pimp shit I ain't no sucker with a limp dick Fuck the dumb shit, niggaz they come quick Ninth ward bitches
Intro Straight from the Psycho Ward Once again Verse One: B-Real Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal Lookin' around, paranoid devoid
