give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Fuck the whole industry!!!! You tried to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the
mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke The other had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody And I wasn't missing had to get out this position Niggas still hitting, feel a hot one
you son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one while I'm in the Limited, cruisin You ain't
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? We got the real live shit Fuck
, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'll end up at I just don't know Verse One: Puff
each other Like Milan they run for cover New 'cuz this bitch that I fucked with One thought I loved her Seas debate the storm pull him the the surface That's a purpose One
been raising hell, I make it heaven sent M-J take you to places that you never went One room, one night for every day spent Knocking a dent in the Sheetrock she's hot
do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man Let's go and no one else
me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family, my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
, yeah, yeah While we hit you with another one of them Old phenomenal shits Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through With another one of them fucking
I see you got these boyfriends Spendin' money buyin' bling I know you got some super head That's super hot like Holla Pain I heard that pussy so damn fuckin
Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Fuck!) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war Niggas talking crazy 'cause they say That I kill one
boilin' hot I crash down on the floor of the ride Punch the gas, drove that Benz through they punk ass Hit Vernor doin' 90 Looked in the rear view, no one
on the rag To tell the fucking truth I thought your crew was fly I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth Don't give a fuck about your set
But a bitch ain't one, got problems with motherfuckers Buyin' my records but a bitch ain't one Fuck 'em all, nigga, fuck them motherfuckers You knahm sayin'? A bitch ain't one
bleed Now you're ballin full speed You had your nigga with you Hard rock street gorilla hitter Now he's bendin over He took a hot one in the shoulder