party Gon' shawty, now throw it on me naughty And if both of y'all together, I'm in the center like Jahadi And I like that, plus the both of y'all so
with me, plus I Puff like Diddy You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me So wrap some mo' and hop in the Range with me No picture me rollin
you and lit you I'm getting paid off the services of AK's I'm out here bad I know niggas who got grenades That's how it is in New Orleans Niggas don't
game, I bust your ass nigga Fake 'em both'll out, won't last nigga Fearin' nothing, this way, you ain't no bad nigga You better get it right and keep
a rhymin wife I don't let nobody judge me that don't know how to do what I do So if you don't like it then fuck you! *repeat* [Verse One] I watch niggaz
don?t need the money, I don?t need the fame. I don?t need the lifestyle, I don?t need the pain. I don?t need the clubs, I don?t need the cars. none of
room for me and you to grow Don't love me then leave me alone do both Then she apologize for anything that she did Said with out me she can't think of
gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga, ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll blow your brains These niggaz don't really
Danze one of the illest ever That spit sparks with from both hands I learn these criminal ways Were criminals blaze at everything above your waistline You take mine, you ain't that bad
on the run need your help Before I get done meet me downstairs, bring your big gun" I don't believe this, this nigga said he can't make it 'Cause some
serious Don't even speak on us Now I know, that everyone got their own personal reason for hatin' us But I don't care bitch, shut the fuck up Try strange
your feet don't look again cause you might die from fright you might see something so scary that you block your sight you can't control your impulses
aint really broken? I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend) I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend) I don't frequent
elf or maybe it's the Harrp/ hitin your brain and heart your still guilty buddy even if you had a bad start don't matter you was in the ghetto wit your
bitch, don't even fucking bother I wanted a brother my mother I told her But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada So both of our
mills I'm from the heart of the streets it ain't no harder than me You better throw in a towel you can't flow harder than me If ain't sparkin up sweets
? Good God Almighty that stuff ain't real! No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta
blown out the sky once you get talkative AD devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid Just be on your merry way,