and tight jeans I am not participating You a violator I'm an annihilator You just a grimy hater I raise the crime rate up I beat you up steal your drugs and
' the floor and me hittin' the *** Suckin' on the ***, had the hooker beggin' for the *** And your moms ain't ugly love, my *** got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and
up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on
do I want ya'll to grab your Dutch Masters and ya'll White Owls and ya'll Phillies Umgh, get you a fat sack, pint of Hennessy and lay back Gonna do
see a profit I'm gettin' money, I'm the President Junior And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future' And everybody that's around me will shoot ya And
s right It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free
the wrong sign And every day I watch the murder rate increases And even worse the epidemic and diseases What is the future? The projects lookin' hopeless Where more and
tryin' to make the news, niggaz confused Quit tryin' to be an O.G. and pay your dues If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain And come the riches and the bitches and
whole thing in the panel of the car door, Cocaine. And even though we from Chicago, Some kinda way he can get that overseas cargo. And if you stop the
m seein niggas are stealin, the LOM seein six juniors Rumors I'm hearin, niggas got some shit brewin And appearin to me, clearly, ya niggas fear me And
at 'em, cats fire when I'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly I give 'em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy Got it for sale and
show and hope you know that And rock a party, and rock a body Just to help my dough stack Chorus You can put your army against my team and I guarantee
I've been through (So you shouldn't judge me) And you don't know what I will and I won't do (So you shouldn't judge me) And you don't know what I've
and I like, my spite ease the peak And my wrist special pah but the Mula's cooler I have more jewels than your jeweler Touch and I will bust, you're a
a thunderous sound Trees, stompin', roc jeans and a bunch of white T troopers Stay on post with they toast and they like to shoot you Philly cats no rack, big guns and
[Junior Reid] Blessed love my lark, blessed love empress All teaching of ways, all prince and all princess Gods and goddess, kings of de earths, kings
by Me, Choo-Choo and Clyde smokin' dank till the sun rise Walk into the school house, Franklin Junior Back when it was cool to kiss and tell and spread
one talked to Jimmy and said "Love you Jimmy with all of my heart" Jimmy woke up and tore the place apart Diddley, diddley, diddley, diddley daddy Diddley