Evil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchblade You see a blur that's the crossfade Loud and proud, words bombard the crowd Look up in the air you see a
to do, I gotta catch my crew They left last night in the bus around two The plane's a small one, no fun at all Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball
s got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade Thirty-seven killed last week in a crack war Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck ?The children
While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow A pool of blood and floating body parts would make me grin A close view of a razor when it's breaking
of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a
, thats your last thought Get what you ask for i swear thats your ass thought She got a big booty but she couldnt drop that ass low So you take your last
me? i got a g niggas shoot that ace ya heard me? your ass bettin' i'm gonna cut your face ya heard me? last thing i need is to catch a new case i don'
knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play They giveth and they taketh life is cool that way But even a broken clock is right atleast two times a
day, it's all about tonight Act a fool and start a riot, a riot be rebel Bottles poppin' 'til we can't stand We keep it rockin' till 6 a.m. New York
Everybody's sayin', he's not comin' home now This can't be happenin' to me This is just a dream Oh, this is just a dream It's just a dream, yeah, yeah
wit da missin roof and I'm so fuckin high I need a parachute. "Gucci Mane, do you remember me from last month?" "Girl, I can't remember nothin but my last
shattered, one more broken dream Oh, that the morning brings the sun Gone are the days when I could bounce right back again See how the tears flow down
a trois, you twots? Fuck that I'd rather turn this club to a ballroom brawl. Get as rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall. Like a leaf stuck in a
.A. girls getting them implants And all my D.C. girls getting them ass shots Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it open I keep a secret baby
a toilet with the burner taped under the sink Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet Yeah, straight to ya head give a n**** a mullet I'm a Cash Money
lot of them tryna do it but its not real wasn't a rapper then I coulda got a pop deal white clothes in a hot pink hot wheels lot of bottles and a lot
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
Shawty badder than a three year old Keep playin' and I'ma eat her like a pita roll I'm just sayin' with my love I could feed her soul Two day getaway