ma I?m bad and tell your grandma why I?m dangerous tell your pa he pussy tell your brother he a bitch I own ?em all mark set go in this shit I?m thuggin
feel that? Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker Yo, I spit so real so
over with I'll run a boxcutter 'cross your face I got niggaz here, I got niggaz there Ready to get down if I make the call I don't give a fuck if your
ll before we leave [Rapping:] I keep a gat cause niggas murder gotta bad habit Of purple in the studio while I murk ya, I'm comin mane. I swear to God I
Why, why? I'm a junkie, lookin' through my book I can't be cured, I know I'm hooked I gotta get out the house, I'm so hard Chasin' that cat all over
I?m selling coke I?m never broke, I don?t smoke I sold a rock and made you have a stroke Pay cold cash you know, I won?t need Bruno I?ll hit you with
stop til I get a million But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas gettin double Legit, that ain't my problem cos I bubble I always wonder why friends came
't got no shame, rude girl check it I love girls and money, money, money I got watched faced, I watched money, money, money I worked real hard for the
I'm high strung, think I'm sprung 'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum Where I'm from the gats'll be smokin' I'll be damned if you think I'm jokin' Know
I think you just can't understand How I could just kill a man! And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man How I could just kill a man! You
, fuck a Benz, 'cause I could pull skins on a pedal-bike. Props, I got the most, no MC comes close,coast-to-coast, shows I host, foes I roast, adios, I
And when I drop off my singles I'm dropping one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits I gave you "All I Do Is Win", I live this shit
up I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin
operation 140 earthquake would bring glory Noreaga, but for short just call me Ore, catagory, point-blank end of the story [Tradegy Khadafi] Chorus [Capone] I never sweat these, I
bitch I'm the kind of motherfucker making the hit list When I see you in the street you better run and cover 'cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill
fuckin' it up If I can't afford it, I'm a extort it If I can't cut it, I'm a bake it Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred Carry guns and
witta motherfuckin' gun I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off but I ain't speakin' about
, following me Why do you trip with me After you get through, swallowing me Never knew this Bianca Would explode, like this Now that I know this I must
