t know Chorus (2x) Verse three Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board My clout board, I'm clockin' spots down south soar I'm bad company, these cats
top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin' game at the A.U.C. That later on we'd be bonin' Fat cats I'm ready
a close call out of my crew Don't try it, I fuckin' roast y'all, you and your co-stars Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats Blast tracks like what
, supreme actual factual wit it I got them gats you got to get it You and them cats got to get it, get it I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited
's a Midwest swang y'all Ain't gotta trip (Ain't gotta trip) While we swing and dip 'Cuz we do big thangs on the motherfuckin' hip I sport my beeper on my boots
know me still the same ol' Timmy But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boots
the victim So what is really what, is really what If the funk don't move your butt And if the box don't make you hot And if the cats don't dig the raps
he I'm from that Island, yo Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins Commissioner Kelly, I'll kill your Captain That's word to my bitch that's laid off There no cats
s Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles Scenario rap, rap imperial material Murderin' cats
s not whether you win or lose But how you played the game, come on Everything involves The LOX Ask the niggas with the money in the safe and the cats
[Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, yo I told them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's Now they stuck with them handguns I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome
it, all these niggas claim that they ballin But it appears your empire's fallen Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one The same cats you
Yeah, heh A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all Hah, heh, hahahaha, yo, yo, uh I spits rhymes for thug cats, neighborhood
the proper cheese To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick But really doe, once a man advance And bend blocks smoke the last of these Pimp cats
and betha throw fiestas By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta Don't ever fuck around with the don's cheddar See Jimmy Jones fronting in the jon cletta Or the black boots
's just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you Takin' back for niggaz in New York and how they told me so Now I got to knock his boots, he owes
subject matters travels in three different states Gas, liquid, solid, decelerate your heart rate I duplicate the sound god makes when he farts in space Make you say [unverified] Them cats