he tryna do me and stop me from doin me, feel me? Oh, see this is the shit I'm talkin 'bout [Benzino] Stress got me smokin blunts like they're cigarettes
rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays ---- !! Verse three: I'm notorious, I'm infamous. Like a snake I'm venomous
treat him like Weezy Look I don't give a fuck, nigga please believe me No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me It's crazy how I make this shit
me looking down below to yall is the only way you would UNDERSTAND ME get it Drake hit me up man YD aka young
judge me Now that I'm gone None of my enemies can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me Life dealt me a
deserved a verse I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me? All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all. (Cee-lo vocals) I'm thinkin'
I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright Get open like on gym nights And in fights I send rights Don't hook with skins my friends like I spend
like Ben's kite I've been bright Get open like on gym nights and in fights I send rights Don't hook with skins my friends like I spend nights up in dykes
hate, still I appreciate All my friends and family, that kept it real with me I've been around the world and back like what up East side to west side tourin' like
When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like
Chorus - Usher] Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby), That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby) Tell me again (Tell me over-
we gotta feel the flow And make sure we keep it real slow Just like the motherfuckin' Dangerous Crew We gettin' funky like it's 1972 Still puffin' on them zags, dressed like
raps how I flow I live with the raps now and those that hate me call me wrong but they wont slither in too easy, believe me im snake minded be within
dickhead youts don't they know Im old-school? I aint hiding like you fam I'm local, Dickheads are gassed up tryna amp their vocals, Tone it down, me
i was like my father All through the rain, sleet, and snow like it was no tomorrow I had to stack my dollars, real niggaz do real things like the lifetime
on a limb, slim trim, D I am There I am, don't run from a friend Sight we be right, be polite for the mice Like a like, see sick, see syke And slip away
Chino XL] Yo, yo Remember me? Chino like the prison I jism religion on niggas that think I'm bullshittin Considering my position my opposition Gave me
through your mind Like a guillotine severs the head, my friend And you will never hear nobody rap like this again You ain't heard nuttin? this funky, brother, it's like
