In any form mixed untampered, it's pure Dissect each line of the rhyme Find my ingredients and nutrients Teach patience and obedience before movement Killer bee student enrollment I'm out your control and
here Gonna lift you like right there Run about yo night air Should've had the straps on Fuckin' with da dash-on(Flame On!) Gonna give a honey hard dash
it around me And if they do us opposite how they feel about me Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me I see you a busta and I'ma bust
sun go down.... [Dame Dash] Nigga I really do my thing Kind of fuckin hustlers are y'all? [Buddie] yeah... I'm posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy
go down.... [Dame Dash] Nigga I really do my thing Kind of fuckin hustlers are y'all? [Buddie] yeah... I'm posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy
you're my brother" Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco Amount and I pulled out a 10 And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and
and yelling Lots of dogs smelling, around my residence They looking for evidence, and mob they presidents On cuts I'm legendary, by any means necessary These cake ass niggaz scary, and
Cause boys be hatin' me, and makin' my pressure rise Niggas get bigger, but my glock same the same size I cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gas
the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag He drove a ninety nine Jaguar quick to pick a lock Lick a shot, respect the bloods and crips
to unload my head I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red And we bled And
bomb you with the tactics, and I don't warn bastards So think fast, watch this God cut like glass Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash
down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
that wood I just don't chuck 'em And, who you wit And, what's yo name And, you not hear boo, I'm Wale And, that D.C. shit I rep all day And, my eyes red
we live, We make it happen nigga and believe me its real, Thinkin i wont but i guarantee ya i will, Tip down on ya knock ya brains on the dash of the
his name He came up to me and this is what he said You and them girls are gonna make some cash Sell a million records and we'll make in a dash, wha! I'm kinda buzzed, and
summertime skirts and the guys in Kani All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And
than Heidi Fleiss And the girl drove a black Infinity, moving keys to Kennedy Different name everyday fake identity They made a deal and copped a plea and
out to sea Or dashed to bits on the reef The vessel groans The ocean pressures its frame to the port I see the lighthouse Through the sleet and the rain And