Nike I'm like dumb nigga I'm tryna buy it I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think +BIG+ like Christopher Wallace And I (and
skunk?, I'm a fan of chest Role play you the best, you supply the sex Yes, I'm a fein of your hole One hit of you, when I lose control I look in your
me, maybe, because you're as crazy as I am Cuz when I look at you I can see an angel in your eyes But if I look deeper inside I see your freakish little
. Now I be ballin' I. I. I be. I be ballin' You can catch me in the air. air I be [? ] When I'm tryna grab some gear. gear... I be mallin' In the middle
verse 3: Ok now i be ballin i i be be ballin you can catch me in the air i be ballin when im tryin to buy some gear i be mallin in the middle of the
encomium Nobody applauded the atmosphere was ominous They feared I would spit, they don't like when I bust I need more pain so I can pretend to be tough
s what I'm talkin 'bout Pneumatic like a phone I gotta roam a dog got a bone I still gotta get though, I'm gettin grown I'm plottin on a plot to own,
ya details I don't dig up dirt, I shake the Earth And I never say names, I wouldn't waste a verse Off of the top I'm hot, and when they dare me to write
me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha [Pusha T] I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious
Brand new shoes they hurt my feet this lace collars chokin me cuttin offmy air supply when I hang my head to cry when I hang my head to cry I see
up the mess you made If I could tell the truth Or lie would I attempt to do at the same time Expect you to apologize for trying To make me so up tight Don't say
picture I wanna see the walls come down, if ya'll bout it For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert One, two, when I exhale, the one-two Lock
night, then I'm a [Hook:] Carry Mine Cause I believe He's God in the flesh I carry mine He's the one that gave me my breath I carry mine Truth hit ya
, short stoppin' ya cuts (yeeah) Cuttin' off ya supply cause now your connect workin' for us (okay) Grab the thang and I'm a bust, I ain't scared to do
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba) I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky) I, I get, so high (Brick City
on, let's step to the back Ya know what I'm sayin' I take you to the back and show you some of my techniques And I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass
in your hood when I'm high nigga Shots of Cuervo are fuckin up my liver Shots from the cameras on my niggas Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around wit
when it rains, bringin it like the C.I.A. be bringin in crack cocaine bailin out of planes with the George Bush connections, I push Reflection like I