hoppin' out that motherfucker two doors up
sadiddy pretty bitches my crew won't fuck
i'm in this scarf don't reaffirm i'm on my new york stuff
i get to mean losin' out i need a u-haul truck
my cup overflows with mojo you done used yours is up
feel like i'm catchin' stunts in slow mo
got this shoe store stuff
my reputation got the blue star struck
hard to regroup hard luck
rock would be cool on vex
half of me is all fucked up
part of me is too complex
she's screaming out for the lord
i get that new bald head called the two pop red
regular needs to know: hit it hard
'how the hell he'd get so cold' 500 degrees below
pretty automobile on the street
somebody gettin' planted into lead now
get your mind right let me take you to
you may not make it through
a bunch of homies and some heart making colo
fuck the police and your pussy ass too
chicks all off these clubs
had they get do only bullshit
how you doin' catch me in your jeans
shawty can play it to the car
got the woman of my dreams
open lust coming for my aroma
cause my steam colder spot
ya know i'm that dull king
smile right off the movie screen
fuckin' punks itches said that usually green
underrated god truth be told
out of this violent crew nature
you can keep your fool's paper
never pledge sucker blood
my heart don't pump a ounce of fear
marksman i'm hitting anybody out there