by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last man standing Rollin, ridin, slowly slidin Creepin up in da corners
Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open Scopin', hopin' for you to fuck up and slip So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit (It
away up all my bad things And put some laughter in our hearts again Now black men, stand up, let's come together as a whole race And don't be fed up by
've given up so all long faces, let it rain Well keep your head up Is what they telling me what it better be Sorry but the world keeps stressing me Rain drops round up
, I don't know where to go I don't fit up in this industry but know I can flow Why I'm standing in the ghetto when I know I could blow? why I'm standing
the feet broke Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke My man
MP-60 I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up I blaze blunts with
's up to all my critics Flow so vicious, hate takin' pictures I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand
not that important The last one standing, you the first one leaving The first one bleeding, now who the one breathing? Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow Fuck
you got I fucked her on the floor then we got up in the bed Woke up in the mornin, can't remember what we did Last night we was drunk, stinkin dirty
run, my nigga 'Cause we been to known to rip shit up So keep yo' chains up 'Fore you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up 'fore
., to the mutha fuckin' Bay, it's true I'm the man G, I'm underground 106 can't ban me All on the air sayin' they don't fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit
You a fool (Tore his ass up) Banks you a fool for that (Fuck that nigga) (Goddamn) Man, fuck that punk-ass nigga Man trying to fuck with the dangerous
game like me Some of y'all suckers need to fall in love And stay there and quit trying to be a player Fuck around and fuck your life up Or a tramp ass
good just a week ago) Funny what, seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names Uh-huh, uh-huh (Man
talkin' bout lovin' me in the week I said that's too damn quick, and too damn fast You've been givin' up too much damn cock and givin up too much
White We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you
't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta Crossed up