[Intro:]
09 to 2-10... Yeah... I'm back again!
Yeaahh... !
It's your n***a... !
P Dot L Dot K... ! Huh... !
Yeaahh... !
And this is V5... !
Before I start I'd like to thank errbody for tunin' in...
It's my time of the year again...
Now let's begin...
[Verse 1:]
Uh...
The way I come off is stupid, the last one you wanna be in the booth with
My heart cold, I jus' ran over Cupid
Until the roof chip I helicopter, Bentley, coupe it
You think your shoe fit, I bury n***az live on Whoo Kid
What up Slay, (what up Slay) what up Clue, what up Drama
You rockin' with the New York City 'Bomba
I'm a rain on these n***az, bring my new sh** out
Polish my game on these n***az, Bank-o bring the groupies out
I'm all about my money, f** you talkin' 'bout
Mind yours, six or seven summers pullin Porsches out, grind tours
Scorin' till it's borin' n***a, nine cities, nine jaws
f**in' with my clothes, gone soon as I hop off
[Bridge:]
Fell back now I'm back for everything that's mine
Them n***az had their turn, now it's time to see me shine
You don't wanna see me angry rather see me calm
I got this rap sh** in my palm and my CD, bomb
[Verse 2:]
You know I O.D today, put your favourite MC's away
DOA, flat line, who want it with the PLK
My life's hotel and casino play
Where you want me sign is all I need to say and your fourteen car keys away
You don't really want no drama you talkin' that E & J
Between weed and gas I probably f** off a G a stay
I serve it either way, up close and personal
Via internet cursin' you, underground and commercial too
I bring your curtains through, it ain't really worth it fool
Celebrate with a cake and a half a pound of purple, ooh
Cool, 80's baby and it made me crazy
Crazy, low down grimey and shady
[Bridge:]
Call me what you want baby just try not to call
I ain't got time to argue with you cause I got the ball
I'm a do whatever I wan' do and lock up the mall
d**h to a hater, tall big or small, man f** 'em all
[Verse 3:]
Full 360, it's my turn again, turn to win
You heard of him, surge a win, I'm playin' with words again
Murda pen, came from damn near nothin' I deserve to win
Curve the wind, in my Bentley spur with rims, fur within, won't give in
I push the seven got the perfect ten, copper
I rather work for free 'fore I work for them
Yeah, you touch the soil if I touch the safe
b**h n***a, I can see it all up in your face
Half rat, half snake, you live like that you get your a** clapped
Half baked, a lighter and gas fate
You heard my last tape, this off the street hot
The D Block, I send n***az to tree tops, free hops
A one of a kind swag, it begins with me
Ends with me, momma shoulda pushed me out a twin with me
Then it'd be possible to duplicate, make the money Blue can make
You can hate, this gon' bring me super cake...
[Outro:]
Yeah...
As we proceed...
To keep you up to speed...
sh** gon' get crazy from here on out...
Word... !