clothes I can feel you where the doctor goes My beautiful son I know He had ribbons in his hair And lipstick was everywhere You look good in my dress My beautiful son
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace Nigga what? I'm complicated down to my strut Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like
then, me an' my crew It won't be beautiful All that shit you talk is new to who, believe that Words hit you like a semi-gat Any act, unaccordingly, wait
hit every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty
know 'bout it Before you get secret indicted, make me slap a nigga lopsided! Hold up, son listen it be so beautiful When we catch you like a nigga sold
, it's time for me to flow and get down with this I'm pullin' out my mic, spittin' off some rounds to this I gotta known rep, so son you better slide
of the pot And the team coming out at the top Your baddest or not, these niggas getting shattered or shot Splattered for props, man you should'nt've left your gat
you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight? [Boots] City lights from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras There's beauty
time for me to flow and get down with this I'm pullin out my mic, spittin off some rounds to this I gotta known rep, so son you better slide out Cause
nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit Make me slap a nigga lop sided Hold up son listen It be so beautiful when we catch you
me and my crew It won't be beautiful, All that shit you talk is new to who, believe that Words hit you like a semi-gat Any act, unaccordingly wait, gimme
through Tried my best to understand All I ever wanted was to be ya man Had no self esteem and was insecure Wipe'en tears and reassure Tell you that your beautiful
buck Bigger Thomas, I promise Leave a corpse in the furnace Nigga what? I'm complicated down to my strut Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side
me? See the yacht got to me, then the gat got to me Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money Then these beautiful bitches was bending backs
like a journalist and racking my brain since I was tagging my name on the back of the train like my man in [Lahane?] packing the same Little Gat that
