't get soft 'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come correct You can't handle the vandal hit eject If not you better get out my face, sucker Or else you better
Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend I try to edit what I'm rasppin' about But I can't write polite my anger just jumps
, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta stay down for yours You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T I make records for you, but this one's for me You know what I
's, then we can talk You're just new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really made out You went broke
like you're begging for my help Like I'm your leader, you're supposed to fucking be my mentor I can endure no more, I demand you remember who you are It was you who
you that I still have pictures? However you prefer to do And that goes for Nick too Faggot, you think I'm scared of you? You gonna ruin my career, you
like that I like that You like that You a king baby, Imma treat you like that Yeah, I hear you talking like you on the right track After I see my P.O
, I hate it when she do that shit Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers Now make me take this Polo off Girl, you can get broken off Yeah, I fuck you for an hour
the doors up I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute I can't close my safe no
, can I hire you? You know you really wanna hey, wanna taste my (Woohoo) You know you wanna get a peak, wanna see my (Woohoo) You know you wanna put
who could hook us up right away Love don't need a reason Baby I don't see how I could love you anymore than I do today So why wait Now I love your
Saw you just the other day I didn?t have the nerve to say But I could never get you off my mind I had to stare a little while I caught you looking back
I'm shavin off my head like fucking Brittney Man dre wont mix my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my
so sucker free, I swear You don't know me homie you can get the fuck from round here I don't care who you will, who you with or who you know Let's be
time While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in this right mind Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me bro I
You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo And you too can cool out poolside after Delano If you too flow like you was out of your mind yo And who knew dude who
I know I'm lookin' good, you lookin' great yourself I mean you shittin' on these bitches, you should hate yourself My style so cold I could skate myself