wanna see 'em buss

the

the cars are so sick

mine'll make you vomit

maroon forcefield

roofin linin on the stomach

six inches on the lips

the whole car be suave

long story short i customized every body part

so these niggaz be hatin

they stay so envious of me

cause i keep bad bitches and they be with hideous honeys

and my city is ugly

they so gritty and scummy

gotta be on point when i step out lookin pretty as money

you want these rocks and these karats but you can't get none of that

you gon' get dropped and embarrassed cause i got a gun for that

and i got a mob and i can't let you stop the mission

i got dreams of makin buildings like a crooked politician

if i have to i'ma murder

hit 'em with the rapid fire for the paper

got a fully automatic dumpin on 'em

and i'm way up from the back

gotta go through with the caper

if i gotta feed my family i'ma sacrifice my body

and ya already know that i be goin +kamikaze+

cause you don't wanna see 'em bust

these young niggaz out here don't give a fuck

we got the thumpers in the trunk

get your strap

if you gon' ride then run up

or get sent to an early grave just for tryin to act tough

man i don't know shit 'bout recession

all i know when it's dry on the block the shit's depressin

baby mama stressin cause i'm short on the support

talkin to take me to court

when she know when i got it it's good

but right now i'm short

you in everything i bought

from the cars to the clothes

so sit yo' ass down somewhere and let me work with this dough

i'm poppin mo's and my head's spinnin

these haters hate cause they don't wanna see the trill winnin

swimmin in fine women

layin in fine linen

and it's much deserved

i had it hard with this don livin

broadcastin live in all hoods and in all visions

analog or digital

62's in the serial; dreams of bein imperial

smokin on imperial o.g. i feel like kobe

mixed with a lil' co-d

all i'm missin is trophies

rings and ceremonies

the bitches they love stony

and the niggaz that know me know i keep

the 40 on me