in order, I got somethin' for you You ever seen a black man walk on water? Nigga, talk shit and I'ma try to ignore ya Get disrespectful, I'ma have to come for
of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul For
on the side for the stinking Watch the task force task for look Marlboro It's a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better
in the street The boy Jeez a rida A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, Dawg I rather count a million bucks, ayy If you lookin' for
own and, later on she text me on her phone said, ?I know you young, but come show me ya grown hat? Sex in the city (Sex in the city) Started off with a
Send me a picture baby , you know I'd never leak it I know you got something recent , For someone decent Why you laughing out loud , I'm serious Bring your girl if you a
little vixen, mixes ?til morning Not swerving, oh, yeah Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion Stop motion, ooh, yeah [Jay-Z] Go harder than a n-gga for a
old number [J. Cole - Chorus] [Wale] Roc Nation, Wale look, Cole World, still a cold world and a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough whole town, a
country, sat down on some straw But I'm not putting out for God tonight I'm not putting out, for God would kill my legs shut It's a mistake lighting
black book City hall would probably fall off if anyone got a look Every A list player is a favorite friend Says they all taste the same in the back of a vans A
neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a
hot chicks Westside them niggas that ride for this shit You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch Light
she comes she comes correct Collects respect and if not, you catch a broken neck Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like She caught you with a bad one for
the streets,who the hell else All the police have gone out to play Because for enough cold cash they'll look the other way Just look at the cars as they
mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks I think I'll join a gang, sling a little cane Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name
life I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man,
, a team player on a solo flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a