to the highest diving board and tossed her down Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop (
, with the fortune and fame Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne So many ways to make a dollar Huh, sometimes I think about my father You see, my poppa was broke
em, like batter I'm bony, he fatter (Watch it son!) My bad Pun I'm havin fun, playin with my Kiss side I'm ready to hit the telly, tickle bellies from
true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, we broke em all down and
when they see me Is how they greet me, take trips weekly Dwell by the havens, fed by a raven Ate from the beak of eagles, sat with hebrews Broke bread
of her birthplace But retreat is not an option Women and children, frontline, logon, tune in Stand and be counted, wounded Stationed in the belly of
Bob. I'm an animal ain't no soft shit, I hope u ready. Cause Ima give it to you rough like DMX in Belly She climbin up the wall screamin I cant mess
days you were wearing that velvet dress You're the priestess I must confess Those little red panties, they pass the test Slide up around the belly face Down on the mattress one And you hold me and we are broken
is supposed to lie low And V two shades with the toast and the Tahoe We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on Cubans to the belly, and
? you want that? we can do that...yeah right not in your life stay focused, get my money, every penny fuck if your legs broke bitch, crawl on ya' belly
her misery within society it's obvious you have no regard for me That's why you caught up in the belly of America Lost In the stomach of America Broken
A bunch of rowdy white boys who live their whole life poor Theirs bellies bigger than Buddah's, a bunch of born losers There's why we on see us broke
niggas Smokin' on bud Drinkin' on liquor like ooh ooh ooh When I saw you (you you you) Well you was chillin' with your girls Doin' your thang The way you broke
thong in your butt Runnin your fingers through your cheap raise(?) Look at your girlfriend with her hair weave fallin out On my phone, runnin up my bill Talkin to broke
you get wet Pull my porno tapes, while you listen to Keith Sweat That's no joke, I do construction now your rectum's broke No matter how famous the anal
rape your women [Verse 2] Bustin through that door like dun da dun da Bitches hit the floor on the double Bust off a couple Rounds and let it bubble In your belly
know how old I am They found amour in my belly From the 16th century, conquistador, I think They don't know how old I am They found amour in my belly
wood eight four Twenty inch G's with tha triple gold spokes Creep in the door with my pockets on swole Limp across tha flo like both of my legs broke