crew, yeah them the ones that do you The suckas that got the player hater venom I wanna take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em [King T] When they
[Lil Wayne] Too many women, and not enough time Im a cool cat, but im on life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar
of V.A. Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away Drift away.. [Chorus] {{Myalansky}} Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?" "Jakes just knocked
small boats little pricks Girl you think that other pricks hot I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match 'Fore I sit back and let 'em get hot Better call the cops on 'em
Aha, it's dead real Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt And why them dudes ain't ridin' if
do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand" Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down, Sometimes the light's all
park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Hollow tip, lead busters there's no Heaven or hell Dead is dead, fuckers and
get it Five years plannin' to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded
, fish-tailin' Subaru, rally car Out the passenger, lead in the automatic For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off Fuck around and knock
that nigga Nigga on it for reala, you wanna deal with the killa Give the scrilla to me, really, I get 'em, I get up in 'em They betta be able to handle
nigga With lyrics more podent than a fight with venom One bite cud kill em And knock em little niggas never knew wat had him em Legends! From what we
when you're fuckin' with me, I'ma tear this muthafucka up You're fuckin' with a dread You're takin' 2 to your head, I'm comin' fed (Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
my mother been born it ain't been known to change And all my niggas can relate to what I bring to 'em Instead of turnin my back, I sing to 'em [chorus
too loyal, dustin and then they're there for you You wanted to enter 36 in the soil My technique is speak, have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my
freedom nigger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don 't know me Nah I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
green as the zoo was Sorta like the city of Gods We be screamin out "we gon' make it" but I pity the odds I'm like knock out Ned when I pop out led
rob everything i'll be gone a while They aint let you know i'm a grimball whenever the time pause and I find ya'll im taking ya spine off Let's be serious dead