my poker chips Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this F is for ferocious, murder your associates The top is so appropriate This is
lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But
? Where do you go from here, when you felt you've done it all When, what used to get you high, don't get you high no more? When you got a lot of cars
C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war I show you fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the
little fame little fortune? What you have is a portion Bout the size of the hats in the back of my Porsche and So you better use caution, knowin I'm the
for this new world order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it Know these beads is
's attention She broke my hands on her body And now she's whispering in my ear This is the best night of my life And I wish this between you and I Cant
run, I have no place to go Surrender my heart, body and soul How can it be you're asking me to feel Things you never show You are missing in my heart
Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came Told
(Ali) Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow! Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames twist of fate cause you say the same shit now The
not, you catch a broken neck Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like She caught you with a bad one for messin' with da mad one Told you 'bout this
noticed the bulge growin' in my pants Should'a seen the girl's eyes as my body expanded She grabbed for my leg, raw sex she demanded My knees started
this level of game, you don't know jacks CIA, FBI, IRS Try to flip us out for sweat But they'll never sweat you son 'Cause you're broke and you're dumb
it What's up now punk? You start to choke up? You try to move on the ice, you'll get broke up Midnight, time for a homicide Showtime, somebody's gonna
Girls on the strap and you know that You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap But you can't, you want money so bad You'll jock anything
might occur Is this real or fiction? You'll never know While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You
play none Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun You broke ill and you cold fucked up Now you're bleedin' through your fingers while you're holdin
