[Verse 1] First off, how you gon' come off All this rap shit, get done off Man listen this a passionate mind I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow Man I don't love dat hoe All I see is cash flow Brains an occasional ass hole What I need is a, whole lotta money involved I might run into Rob and run in ya job Real cats take chances Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+
[Chorus] My niggas in the front don't front My niggas in the back, where you at My niggas on the side, bout to slide My niggas in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride
My bitches in the front don't front My bitches in the back, where you at My bitches on the side, bout to slide My bitches in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride
[Verse 2] If raps don't work, need ta put some in I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture Chick roastin like motion picture Have you any idea, how many nice MC's And how many I feared - None Just trust me son, I do what must be done And I just begun, I let em- Count sheep, rock em to sleep Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep Let's go, Expo top of the line Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a- Big Bad Boy you could meet Men use beef and it's all you can eat, I be the- Dep with a G in the front Front, fuck around and be in a trunk
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Ain't no games if you're curious B Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta- Put a big hole in the joint Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, it's like- Mind over matter with this Mad Hatter with this, battle with this Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+ I'm pro and you a princess, come on Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie And ya aim ain't steady Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty Must be stupid or somethin' Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin' Live from the 2-1-2 One question: What you gon' do?
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1] First off, how you gon' come off All this rap shit, get done off Man listen this a passionate mind I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow Man I don't love dat hoe All I see is cash flow Brains an occasional ass hole What I need is a, whole lotta money involved I might run into Rob and run in ya job Real cats take chances Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+
[Chorus] My niggas in the front don't front My niggas in the back, where you at My niggas on the side, bout to slide My niggas in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride
My bitches in the front don't front My bitches in the back, where you at My bitches on the side, bout to slide My bitches in the middle we rock just a little Then we ride, the ride
[Verse 2] If raps don't work, need ta put some in I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture Chick roastin like motion picture Have you any idea, how many nice MC's And how many I feared - None Just trust me son, I do what must be done And I just begun, I let em- Count sheep, rock em to sleep Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep Let's go, Expo top of the line Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a- Big Bad Boy you could meet Men use beef and it's all you can eat, I be the- Dep with a G in the front Front, fuck around and be in a trunk
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[Verse 3] Ain't no games if you're curious B Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta- Put a big hole in the joint Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, it's like- Mind over matter with this Mad Hatter with this, battle with this Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+ I'm pro and you a princess, come on Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie And ya aim ain't steady Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty Must be stupid or somethin' Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin' Live from the 2-1-2 One question: What you gon' do?
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