I don't feel ya Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya Let me check my Rolex quick because time's money Squintin' from the pavet face because
ain't heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my man out YouknowhatI'msayin'? Griff is my man, I don't care what he said YouknowhatI'msayin'? And I ain't gon' let them
't miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited
for them from the Rhyme Syndicate and Ice-T, I'd like to send This special shout out, 'Fuck the police, fuck the F.B.I., fuck the D.E.A. Fuck the C.I.
throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big Ice Chorus: [Ice-T] But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport I'd rather
cold world, yeah How do we relieve that stress X You know, pop them thangs to get extra horny baby girl You on one, you can't ignore me, Rule and Missy E
Cornbread Them niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head But he an OG remind me of Chaz and Bump real low key Sounded like he didn't know nothing
hundred, I ain't got no choice (I can't help it) Always Big Bang, I'm so trill and you ain't Cut it down, bitch I can't (I can't help it) See how I
of her booty say she miss me and we see each other often don't call girl, let the finger do the talkin' what, she want the business? she ain't got to
to gain attention new dudes I can get you B E T and T R L too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it
don't care what you think about me, but just remember When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years Twenty years from now, you're gonna
cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we talk You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report 'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e. You niggaz ain't know how
where's your heartbeat? Flat line on the E-K-G (uh) Verse 2 You were home one night watching TV (TV) Got a call from your girl saying RiRi (RiRi) Said
in Born hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up Can't stop me, more money, burn 'em up They can't help it, and I can't blame 'em Since I got famous,
trouble! They ain?t got nothing on her. Can?t even fight her hunger She a get it girl, watch her do her thang What she?s got she got from her mother?
in Sweden My thoughtful mother gave me this advice If nature blesses you from top to bottom Show that top to bottom, don't think twice Now Ulla belt! Don't
n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't
on droppin' the torch And it won't be, long 'til this sport is O V E R, just blazin' and we are knockin' them doors and no we Ain't pumpkins on Halloween