and not a ad-libber Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter I'm not a made-up character
stealed They never gon fight and they never gon kill, he's alright but he is not real Say what you know about Trae, better yet what you know about Ro Not
about a digit You lookin' at a nigga like I ain't about to get it I'm lookin' at the money like I ain't about to finish So you need to mind your business
m dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop
year bids Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids Not I, one nigga's in my eye That's Jason, ain't no slugs gonna be wasted Revenge, I'm
and the supply meets demand Everything you can imagine is real man And revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold Stay up on about ten folds, you know
rules to the game, you obey my code I'm the center of the bomb, I'm the part that explodes You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for Vogue You are not
crap 'Til they see that I'm not playin', you better, get what I'm sayin' Everyday more betrayin', more lyin', and from friends More crime and more revenge
with that Meditation, mess with that Forgiveness, mess with that Education, mess with that Hip hop we lovin' that I rhyme for respect y'all, intellect y'all Not
tomorrow Life is not a thing you can borrow All beefs don't have to lead to sorrow Will ya, go out tomorrow I think, you should think about the beef
m strappin' up with chrome Telescopes with binoculours fuck I'm thinkin' bout knockin' ya Its apearent I'ma be a single parent So I'm hopin' that your snake as ways are not
didn't wanna pay up So I got dressed in all black and loaded the K up And all I could think about is revenge as I lit the J up And even though it was
closed and keep an open eye For them haters and hoes, 'cause I don't play about mine Goin' deep, pray about mine Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about
't you ever in your mutherfuckin' life Know when I gotta gun come at me wit' a knife? And forgettin' you ever saw me is the best thing to do Don't give a fuck about
much to be measured, I wonder how you Could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin' to More than the world, but not knowin' nothin' about you
move her furniture if I can sell you the american dream, I can sell you anything look at this maggot, with a stimulus package I can give a fuck about
or me so I loadz up the strap and I step cuz my brain cellz are dead and all Im thinking is death, revenge CHEA thatz what its all about see the sucka
vest (boom boom!) Cause niggas be hungry like you and they ready to test" You die, motherfucker, it's the same gang tale Niggas talk about who did