' get it 18 and under, that's prolly gon' take a minute I'ma be here for a while, none of these clowns can hurt me I'ma be here for a while, none of
a playa while they bitches enjoyin' my charm [Chorus - T.I.] While these n-ggas run they mouth Imma run this city so feet don't fail me now I never will stand still I still
rip your body apart There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang 'cause you're way
DJ Babu:] Just too hot to touch Just too hot to touch i got what you want [Madchild:] Although I plan to go out with a bang not a whimper I still gotta
us, still a pistol bust Split your melon like I split the Dutch Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs Or for the cop that wanna
A conqueror of all world like the Hebrew kings I'm David, reincarnated over again A gladiator of the universe, a soldier of men A warlord across the field
of the ghastly gospel Shift to a different wonderland to pay the price for my vice A land of fields to toil in like slaves No lillies in this field,
never trust them, no This 62 so comfortable I'm a field n-gga, you a house n-gga I'm a real n-gga and you's a mouse n-gga Code red, which means you go
of silence while i'm Coming back to you There are many in your life Many still to be Since you are a shining light There's many that you'll see So I got a
a yacht, no callin the cops In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop Givin a dime cock, blowin away Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day Pick up a
meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for
't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin for hits Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but seperately cause
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin
a book To live or die is the plot but the face is the hook So meet the face from left field 3 eyes two ears one nose and a grill, but still remain faceless
while you're tryin it There is no seperation between the mind and the environment Like a bolt of lightning I'm givin 5000 volts of the occult while I
take the day shift Would house niggas inside loyalty may shift and identify us Now we still need a race lift Fuck a face lift I ain't changing my identity For energy, for
tuck it This life Can make a nigga murder for nothin' This life For the money have you fakin' and frontin' This life Can make a nigga take a deal with
my family gotta maintain, it's a mobster thang I'm a fat booty fuckin', love, gettin' the sucks in and bustin' Givin' niggers punkin' heads for nothin' While