[Chorus:]
Lately Ive Been Hearin Alot Of Things That I Don't Agree With
And It Ain't A Secret
Everybody Know You Puss n***a You Ain't A Gangsta You A Wuss
What Makes You Feel Comfortable
Enough To Call My Name Out Like You Know Me
n***a I Ain't Yo Homie
I got A 4 Pound On Me
And You Can Have It
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
This Here Will Make You Piss In Ya Sweats
You Know Me Mitchell & Ness, Smithon & West, Pistol And Vest
I'll Take Ya Life Away With The Sound, I Got The Whistle Of d**h
The Boy Flow Put The Crystal In Meth, Take the Listeners Breath
You Wont Believe What They Do For co*k,
I Hit The Telly Thrash, And Slide Off Before The Rooster Crock
Pour Out Some Liqour For Big Let Off 2 For Pac
Don't Linger Around n***as Shot Off The Roof Alot
f** Rattin Every Tooth Is Locked,
And You Cooperatin, Helpin Them Damn Near Recruit The Block
I'm Blowin Heavy On The Sofa With A Desy (Desert Eagle)
just in case A n***a Smooth Enough To Slip Through Cracks
I'd Rather Throw Somethin at U then get my sh** moved Back
This Is Hardcore Pitbull Rap Right Out The Track
Look The Hood'll Bring The b**h Out For Ya
Man I get the guap, My Money Flip Like Fish Out Water yeah
[Chorus]
I'm Startin To Feel Like I Got It All Sewn Up,
I Helped Raise A Few Of These n***as,
Now They Think They All Grown Up
See These DVD Gs Is Pissed Off Behind The Scenes
spoon Fed n***as cliques soft as Lima Beans
To Be Real I Don't Know Why I'm even Trippin
Cuz I'm runnin sh** Like Diarea Drippin
My Breads Long its like big
So I'm Comforable enough To Go To Court In My Pj's Like Mike Did
I Move Around With the Sket the Long Magees
So Chill cuz You Cant Block Throws with Shaun Bradley
I'm a Still Be Here When D-Block Flops
I Got More Cash Then Them In My Reebok Box
I Brighten Up A Picture I Shine Bright
Standin In My Way Is The Only Way you'll Be In The Limelight
I'm Lazy When I Hit And Run
Which Means You Don't Get To Come
Even If You Get To Come
[Chorus]
n***as stiff when I pa** cuz I'm on a spaceship on wheels
Fresh ta d**h, look dude couldn't slip on peels,
And you a b**h all you got to do is slip on heels
She ain't know me cuz the house on the cliff costs mills
I put pressure on ya
Give ya clique boss chills
Bet there won't be no more sores when the steak sauce spills
I get the bills a young black entrepa n***a,
Strapped wit a vest armed wit a trigga
My buddy got a twin tag along
Ya b**h is a quarter, who am I to split them up bloods
thicker than water So I Capture All The Episodes On The Camcorder
She Lick It Off her Stomach right After I Blam On Her
I Turn The Corner With The Mack Daddy Limp
Young super Fly Black Larry Flint in the Bent
I Thought About Clappin Joe, But Why Hit him With The Iron
He One Big Mac Away From Dyin
[Chorus]
I got it on me n***a
Man f** you n***as
f** around and buck you n***as
rap would be over
Man f** you n***as f** around and cut you n***as
My career would be over
Man f** you n***as f** around and buck you n***as
No more shows
Man f** you n***as
f** around and touch you n***as
And you'll tell